Why are you scared, bird-friendly?
Why are your eyes fixed on me?
I do not intend, poor bird,
take your nest away. "
Here in the hollow of hard stone
quiet one I saw in passing
and bring flowers on the plain
free to adorn your home.
But look at me and tremble,
and the wing bats with concern
and you stand, determined, sometimes
with loving care.
Because I do not know to what extent
innocence I know respect,
that is, for the gentle soul, sacred
love your home free.
Poor little bird! Go back to your nest
while the meadow I lay me;
in him my hand soft bed
leaves and flowers you prepared.
But if your future offspring tender
I look hard bed in passing,
with flowers and leaves of the plain
let them adorn your home free.
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