Little bird
Why worry
The sky is not falling
And why make-up things which are not true
What are your trying to prove
And little bird
Sometimes you complain
About things you wish you had
Why
You're magnificent
And more beautiful than the sky
And before I go
I have to ask
Why are you sad
When I look at you
I say to myself
You're perfect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem