After days works
   The birds return to their home
I can watch them
   standing in my garden.

Mighty wings could take them anywhere
   Their travel could be lasting
The world is big for them
   but they easily remember their home.

When the birds fly in the sky
   The sky looks a liven place
They know every place and every direction
   every field and every tree.

All the day they chirp here and there
   every breath they take in nature
Freedom and flying is their life
   any time they are ready to fly.

They can search the whole earth
   can fly over the deepest sea
Between earth and sky there is a paradise
   in that odor there live the birds.