A sparrow takes flight, abandons its nest,
And wishes its path would curve, find rest.
A sparrow takes flight, abandons its nest,
And wishes its path would curve, find rest.
Each straw gathered, a home it did weave,
But the rains of time, made it grieve.
Made it grieve.
O traveler, the sun will rise again near,
Why flee so far, the victory unclear?
You may never return, why flee, why flee?
How can a sparrow love a strange land?
The village's ancient tree, a memory at hand.
Each straw gathered, a home it did weave,
But the rains of time, made it grieve.
Made it grieve, made it grieve.
These tears that endlessly flow,
Remember this at every turn, you know.
A new dawn awaits, why flee, why flee?
A sparrow fights tears, then falls asleep,
The path is rocky, courage to keep.
Each straw gathered, a home it did weave,
But the rains of time, made it grieve.
Made it grieve, made it grieve.
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