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Bird bird little bird what have you done?
Song
1. Bird, bird, little bird, why have you dared, ; Even yesterday at this time you were gathering grain, ; Your feet are in a trap in the evening, there is your freedom, ; Your wings are tied, there is your joy. ; ; 2. I have parted from you my sweet birdwatching, ; Even yesterday at this time I walked with you, ; I have become a prisoner of the deceitful world until my death, ; I must sing incessantly to the bad birdwatcher. ; ; 3. My food* and drink are satisfied, ; My boots, skirt, and shirt have also been spread out in the garden, ; Still I do not like the apartment, my nest catches my eye**, ; But still I only pity my forest nest. ; ; 4. They feed me with sugar, but not in the forest, ; They give me green water to drink, but not in the field, ; The branches of the elder's nest were sweeter, ; The waters of the streams flowed more beautifully there. ; ; * error, correctly: my food ; ** error, correctly: my mind