Little bird, little bird
Stuck in your cage
Why do you want the sky
There are storm clouds out there
With thunder and lightning
And Hunters fire upon you
Shooting you down where you fly
With anger and hate
The world’s a dangerous place
For little birds to fly around
You’re safer in the cage

Field mouse, field mouse
Why do you run
I do not wish to harm
Just that the cat’s loose
And I want to protect you
And call you mine
People lay down their traps
They wish for you dead
I will not grant their morbid wants
I love you field mouse
Please stay with me

Beating heart, beating heart
Pounding in my chest
Why must you make a racket
Be quiet and still
You are driving me mad
What’s wrong with being subjected
When it is just by me
I let you run a while ago
And now it is time to rest
My beating heart, slow down a bit
Before you give us away