Look, Two Birds in the Bush,

Don’t make any noise,

Ssssshhhh,

Listen to their chirps,

Towards them slowly creep,

Listen to the sweet melody they sing,

To their sounds,

Let your ears cling,

The soft tune of the nature,

Is calling you near,

Don’t fear,

Go near and cheer,

Forget all your worries and all the bad times,

Listen to the birds, singing their rhymes,

These are the pleasures of early morning,

These are the pleasures of the starting of Spring,

When the sparrows chirp,

And when the cuckoo sings,

To their sounds,

Let your ears cling.