Текст песни: Song of the Bird + перевод

Singer I hear your notes I hear your call

And my own Manhattan with spires

The sparkling hurried tides and the ships

And the city at hand with dwellings so dense

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Sing on from the swap and the bushes

Pour your chant and

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Singer you’re the wreck of the beautiful

And my own Manhattan with spires

Show the clouds and the trails' trips

Into the deep recesses

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Sing on from the swap and the bushes

Pour your chant and

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Passing vision and passing nights

Passing hands and lucid lights

With the knowledge of death at my side

I fled forth to the receiving night

Down to the waters shores

Down the dim swamp path

Passing the cedars and ghostly pines

And the singer shyly sang for me

Passing hands of the trees

Until the charm of the carol held me

As I held hands in the night

And my voice sang the song of the bird

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Sing on from the swap and the bushes

Pour your chant and

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Sing on from the swap and the bushes

Pour your chant and

Sing on sing on you grey brown bird

Перевод песни Song of the Bird