The birds, they're sleeping
Why are they
Sleeping?
Don't they know tomorrow
The sun will rise like
It has never risen, and the trees
Will sway as if they've never moved?
Don't they know, those birds
Tomorrow the river will flow like
Its power has awoken from a slumber, and
The fish will run rampant as if being rebellious?
Silly birds, don't they know
Not to fall asleep in midair, because--
Look! They're dropping like
There is a sudden wave of gravity--oh

The birds, they're dying
Why are they
Dying?