Sitting on my window, O bird so bright With you my heart takes a long flight I cross the seas and reach my land To my people and my sand. There are my parents in constant wait Yearning for me and cursing the fate I will perch on their pane Would sing a song fain.
My notes will drag them out in open Their little bird again in their haven I will clasp my mother and ask again The question I repeated time and again Why is the society so cruel to us? Why sending us away and live with sons?
