Ка Па Дзонг - Птицы
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Winter, as in a savanneck, put on
Our entire edge is in a white plain
And free birds on a foreign land
Love and songs carried away.
But also in a foreign land
They fly to their native fields:
Winter kicked them out, but to us
They turn back in the spring.

They are better in distant heaven;
But without them, the arch of the sky is crowded:
We are only echo of free songs
Remained in huts and palaces.
Their songs with a sonorous wave
Floating to the distant shores;
Winter kicked them out, but to us
They turn back in the spring.

We, the birds are deaf,
Look at their flight enviously ...
It’s hard for us to sing - so much
Thunder clouds above your head!
Blessed, who could in the struggle with a thunderstorm
Surrender to free sails ...
Winter kicked them out, but to us
They turn back in the spring.

They are on a dark azure
Will fly with a thunderous blow.
To make a nest under the old oak,
But not bent from storms.
Tired plowman for Sohi,
Towards free voices
Pour songs - and to us
They turn back in the spring.