In the days of springs
they find their wings
In the day that springs
the pretty bird sings
So fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird - go
Fly-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
(Whistling)
In the summerdays
when the living is easy
In the summerdays
then the pretty bird pease me
So fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird - go
Fly-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
(Whistling)
When the winter comes
and the icy wind blows
When the winter comes
then the pretty bird goes
So fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird - go
Fly-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
(Whistling)