Why the little birds fly as they do,Whistling their songs as if life has no end,Loving birds flying in warlike formationsAbove the little lovely village in peaceful celebration..

Dont you know, loving birds life is at the near end,For the first chirp in your fragile lives is the song to death;That you may have a last one during an unknown end..Sing and dance, oh little birds above the little white village In which so many had their last breath after having danced to life.

On top of the hill near the sea.See we will you during our last-breath-lamentation, Your joyous flight in our yielding thought,For the last one is as the first one to an unknown destination;Our beloved-ones gone as the sweet river having its end at sea.

That life may not have an end, sing and dance;Remember we will, your songs, dances and loving nests.Your legacy shall return in the memories of next generations,For is a loving smile and caressing kiss between a lad and his maiden -Not the same of feelings as those who have withered already in earthly nests.

The village always in celebration, on top of the hill near the sea;With its seasonal summer birds from countries all over,The winters, as I had summerly heard, are silent nests in a living village,Celebrating in song and dance without seasonal wither and flower As if life has no end..

~You know from who, to who