O! little bird, have you come to join me
As I weave the melody of my soul?
As I weave the melody of my soul?
Each arpeggio sweeps me to countless New Worlds at once
Each crisp trill links to my back New Wings, pair by pair
Our song of passion, crystalline and clear
Unheeded, naïve, so pristine and pure
Which even iron whips and steel rods cannot break
As long as our hearts and souls soar free,
Just as you and your wings
May our minor scale be the only dark scale
And the only dark stairs we must climb!
May our minor cadence be the only cruel cadence
And the only cruel bars we must find!
Let us sing, then, 'til
The heavy footsteps of reality or sleep
Tread upon our graceful fantasies;
Until then, let us sing! --- a thousand years to this freedom
Liberty, long live and prosper.










