I have a little bird in my heart.
And the bird composes in me tunes
About autumn and fleeting spring,
About a thousand little affections.
And the bird makes up hymns in me.
And the bird colours girls.
And the bird guesses songs,
Almost all dreams.
I have a little bird in my heart
With two dimples and a melody.
I have a little bird in my heart.
And the bird makes up in me stories
About a warm home and a loving son,
And beautiful moments of childhood.
And the bird remembers pain in me.
And the bird collects years inside me.
And the bird makes me calm.
Maybe the bird is the sense of life.
I have a little bird in my heart
With two dimples and a melody.
I have a little bird in my heart,
And maybe all hopes for the bird.
And sometimes I think
That the bird is an answer to disillusionment.
And the bird good and has white wings.
With the bird I feel free.
And the bird sits on a branch
Between the strings of my heart.
I have a little bird in my heart
With two dimples and a melody.