You speak to me little bird? Brave you are indeed!
I fly higher than all predators, see farther than all!
You fly in my view and try to blind me with only you?

Foolish of you little one! Do not come into my sight,
for if you do, it is likely to mean your doom!
My claws rip, my beak tears and my wings are of freedom.

No, nightingale will ever fly with the King of the sky,
you may fancy yourself a queen, but
the Wind is my Queen and the Sun is my Partner.

Now be gone little bird! My patience where's thin!