In the winter, cold and bleak,
I sat upon my window seat. Looking out into the world,
I saw a bird perched in the snow. No doubt this bird was wishing for a drop of gold,
a piece of warmth; in which the bird and I were one, two different souls longing for summer's heat...
In the summer, warm and bright, the bird and I sat side by side.
A meadow full of violet roses, surrounded by a dense, green wood.
Quite softely in the distant forest, a trickling stream filled our ears.
The golden ball up in the sky rained down on us its rays of light;
soaking in the bird's blue feathers, washing all thoughts of cold away...
On a blanket, red and white, our picnic lasts into the night. In my long, white,
summer dress, I gaze upon my feathered friend. Right beside me, as I watch,
my bird transforms under the stars! A man with a polo and holes in his jeans,
takes place of the animal with wings. Silently, I took his hand, and we danced,
my blue bird man and I...
In the winter, cold and bleak, I sit upon my window seat. Looking out into the world,
I watched a bird take flight.
No doubt this bird was searching for a tree of warmth, a place of gold;
in which the bird and I were one, two different souls, longing for summer's heat...