I look at the bird of freedom
Flying past my rooftops
Perching on the branch of
The most lovable tree
I watch it playing with flowers
When it is spring time
Around the country where
It lives by its choice
I look at the bird of freedom
And feel good like
A young lover
It flies past my garden
Where wind blows from
All sides and make the flowers
Dance in a happy mood
Freedom is for the birds
Freedom is for me
And freedom is for you
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I would like to translate this poem
Birds are the symbol of freedom, joy and love. These emotions come alive here
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