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Little bird

Every year, every year, when summer comes,
We drive, we drive in the South.
And we are, yes, we are, there at sea and wind,
Always happy, always so satisfied.
 
This year, this year it was the same,
Wonderful and magnificient as always,
But when after the day I laid in bed in the night,
A bird wistled into our room.
 
And he sang, he sang loudly every night,
And we couldn't arrive at sleeping.
And we wondered, what the lad dared,
No silence every night, he always wistled!
 
And he sang, he sang his melody,
And we didn't arrive at sleeping.
And he sang until the sun rose,
No silence every night, he always wistled!
 
Everybody raved, how great the vacation was,
But we arrived at home tiredly.
And we looked forward to long sleeping
And the dreams without interruption.
 
But then, night began,
And still, we were not satisfied.
We thought of the cheerful singer
And we missed his song of the South.
 
Little bird, where, oh, where do you sing today,
Little bird just come, otherwise I can't sleep,
Little bird, where is summer time,
When your song resounded, all nights long?
 
Little bird, where, oh, where do you sing today,
Little bird just come, otherwise I can't sleep,
Little bird, where is summer time,
When your song resounded, all nights long?