Текст песни Ка Па Дзонг - Птицы

Winter, like a shroud, clothed
Our whole land is a white plain
And birds free to a foreign land
Love and songs took away.
But in a foreign land a dream
They fly to their native fields:
Winter drove them out, but to us
They will return in the spring.

They are better off in the distant heavens;
But the vault of the sky is small for us without them:
We only have an echo of free songs
Remained in huts and palaces.
Their songs like a sonorous wave
Sail to distant shores;
Winter drove them out, but to us
They will return in the spring.

To us, the birds of the deaf side,
It's enviable to look at their flight ...
It's hard for us to sing - there's so much to see
Thunderclouds overhead!
Blessed is he who could fight the storm
Surrender to free sails ...
Winter drove them out, but to us
They will return in the spring.

They are on dark azure
Will collide with a thunderous blow.
To build a nest under an old oak tree,
But not bent over by the storms.
A tired plowman at a plow
Towards free voices
Will be filled with songs - and to us
They will return in the spring.