I am your guardian
The mother of the bird
I can't give you a mansion
I can only build you a little nest
I flew back to fly back to the grass
Elaborate to build a nest
Warm home, with my toil and feathers
I sang happily on the branches
Pass your chatter
Everything I can give, as long as there is
I give it to you, as long as your mother and son need it
We are poor, but we are happy
Wilderness, grasslands, rivers
Sky, sunshine, white clouds
This is our world
Humans don't understand.
