Little bird, little bird,
Why don't you fly?
Are the fences to high?
Are the boundaries to big?
Are you lost or hungry?
Are you lonely or sick?
Let me see your wings,
Little bird, they are clipped.


Little bird, little bird,
Don't look at the sky.
Just sing in the dust.
Just scratch in the sand.
Just hop in holes.
Just peck till you bleed.
The stones are your food.
And your nest is the street.