Yes bird, yes bird
Ye brought in master's word?
See you' feathers ruffled from flight
Ah! can you move a slight?
There you go my little lad
Give me his word you brought
I see, I see too long a bit
Why? My child why ye sad?
Oh! I know ye drained from journey
No, I guess there's something more
Ye tell me my yellow soul
Why I see your spirit so low?
Oh! I guess the prophecy's right
Not a good omen a sad bird from flight
Look how the thunder's brewing
Look how's the sea's roar
'Am afraid my child for I might die
Drowning in the nature's stride
Hurry! ye hurry! Take your flight
Go far away to a safe sight
And don't forget to give your master my word
For I shall die by respect of his beard.