Silence the mynah Early spring. Early morning. More than five. Out of the window, A lonely bird, Began its long song. Back in my dreams! Is the dream, is it? A dream as well? Sing a long song of heart. When the son, When the son and; Played ten thousand steeds gallop. This variation. Full of bitter so much, It is telling people: Here. For generations is my nest! Recalling that time Our community, It is quite prosperous grand! Very distant relatives needless to say, All her cousin, And strangers cousin. A piece of dark, Like clouds over, Second, the rhythm of cover. Arboreal branches off, Flying eagle, The landing was not happy. All over the world. Only I alone big -- "Bullshit starling". Now Lonely the dreamers Dream, King family, Homing i! When and where, Rate of millions, Beat the drum, Heavy!