You know the swallow's flown away
While the parrot is still in the cage
He takes off his gayest wings
Look at the white sky
breath of the clouds
Smell of the south
a sound of shining light
spread
You know all birds must have wings
Just like human should wear clothes
He puts on his redundant wings
Look at the floating kite
breath of the clouds
Smell of the south
a sound of shining light
spread
Can you send him a souvenir
thawless ice or shining light
Can you send him a souvenir
untrammeled cage or common sage
