Little sparrow, fly for me,
on the shoulders of this ocean breeze.
High above these waves so fierce,
far across this blackened sea.

Fly to the shores of golden sands,
o'er emerald trees and plain's expand.
Don't rest your wings, or hesitate,
this desperate errand i command.

Fly through her window, there she'll be,
plead her lips to speak so free.
For these long days that i've been gone,
weigh on my heart, a painful song,

...ask her...

Does her tender heart still wait for me.