Birds of the dawn, birds of the dawn
Why are you shouting so loudly-
Before the dawn
How do I keep awake.

It's not the dawn yet
Birds are asleep in their nest-
The dried leaves float in the air
That's what I am observing.

Birds will wake up at first
In the fire of the eastern arch-
Polens will smile with flowers
Painting them silently.

Terrain getting a glimpse of light
The little birdy will sing-
Holding the tail up
Will sing along.