Locked indoor but never cried,
Cleverly killed but never died,
Well heated but never dry_
But surely, one day, the bird will fly.

Fly, fly, our little bird
You know the duty of your birth
You fear not the deadly shot
You’ll receive what you’d have got

One day,
You will beautify the flowers
giving your weak mom power.

Oh, our little bird, can you see the sun’s light_
That comes after the dark dark dark night

Locked indoor but never cried,
Cleverly killed but never died,
Well heated but never dry_
But surely, one day, the bird will fly.