Cold air and early sunrise,
People sleep, but I don't.
Bluebird sings and flies,
To listen to its song is what I want.
There is nobody in the street,
Only me and sunrise.
Who can I now meet?
Definitely, someone nice.
Cold air and faded leaves,
It is autumn, who is to be outside.
Moments, when my soul lives,
Moments, when I light.
Soon, people will appear in the street,
I'll return to my house.
Who can I then meet?
Somebody like a mouse.
Bluebird
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