Fly Bird, Fly

Fly, bird, fly, to Menaság fly, sit on

the delicate shoulders of my sweet dove

take my letter, bird, take it to my

father, mother and to my fiancé

if she asks where I am, tell her I’m a prisoner

in the prison of love, in chains till my knees

you’re a prisoner, my rose, however, I’m sick

only when you’ll come to me, I will heal.