Green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale, black-bird,
How is it you sing?

How cna you jubilate, sitting cages,
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars.
How can you remain staring at the rain,
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing anything?
how is it you sing?

Green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale, black-bird,
How is it you sing?

whence comes this melody
constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing or fussing
or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing? Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robiner, is it for wages,
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages,
Singing when you're told?

My cage has many rooms,
damask and dark.
Nothing there sings, not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they're captive.
Teach me how to be more adaptive.
Ah~~~

Green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale, black-bird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I can not fly, let me sing.