Her long black tail feathers and the somber color of its plumage br Gave me an impression of widowhood, br I try to listen her plea and it's sorrowful br The bird speak the language of human br But nobody understands. br 'My innocent husband died in the poppy fields while searching food br A bomb dropped from the sky and I escaped and flew here, br Oh! It's a winter I forgot and I left my winter clothing at my husband's roost, br Don't know whether I could be friendly with the birds here? ' br br *Birds can be unite wherever they fly.