The view from my room is so dead,
I don't hear the birds singing anymore.
I haven't heard your voice, your laughter
Neither our music.
Your silence tortures me,
Oh, it is my worst enemy.
I need to touch you and get an answer.
I need the song of the birds.
Little flyers, sing again.
Sing joyfully in favor of love,
But don't forget my home.
I'll be right here waiting.
Fly freely,
but come back to my window
just for a little love.
Where are you, birds?
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