Under My Window

There is a bird
Under my window
Under my window
It always sings
Of winds and snow
Of beauty of moonlight glow
Of green spring and snow-white winter

There is a bird
Under my window
That sings so sweet
Of dew and of rainbow
Of dreams from the past
Of sunset and sunrise
It sings and it sighs
A little bird under my window

If I could fly, if I could sing
The same songs of the little bird
I would sing in moonlit night
Of silent rain and whispering wind
Of spring and winter
As the bird still sings
Under my window