Katja Maria Werker What The Bird Said
On a Sunday morning I opened my eyes
And a little bird sat at the frame of my big window
It took a look at my room and then it looked at me
And this is what the bird said
"Hey, human being where have all the good times gone"
"When all the birds were singing we're free?"
"To go anywhere and make it here"
"There's a place for you and me?"
"Yes it hurts", said the bird, "We're many, but we're tired"
"To fight against your machinery"
And he opened his wings and flew up high
And this is what the bird said
"Ah, ah, ah"
He opened his wings and flew up high
He opened his wings and flew up high
He opened his wings and flew up high
He opened his wings and flew up high