Why is sorrow overheating my heart?
My heart has become lonely.
My mouth utters pain.
How can I thrive in this life?
I was born bound by chains of tears and headaches.
I could never love anything in this world.
I had never been taught how to love, from birth.
I was constrained by the miseries and anguishes of this life.
No one can stop the tears I shed every night, when I’m on my bed.
Could anyone know the thoughts of my heart?
Do people that can put me out of my hopeless situation exist?
I commit suicide every day in my sleep,
But find myself awake every morning.
Black bird, your mother was lonely.
And I was a cheap and unwanted trash.
They say, love is beautiful and everything,
And it holds nothing back.
But I am bounded by the chains of poverty and illiterateness.
When nothing goes well,
I try to sing.
But words never come out.
I scream louder than anything,
But the sound is supressed in my body.
All I have seen and still see is the cruelty that has blinded my mind.
It has become a lordship of my life.
Black bird, you cannot fly.
Black bird, there is no hope for you.
Black bird, the voice inside has kept you a prisoner.
Black bird, you are the slave of your own doing.