Bird, nanny bird
Sing me a song
Soporific to my children
Sing them a song
A song to bury their empty bellies
Until they smile and sleep
Sotto voce, sing them a song
A song of our mothers, fathers
A song of the past
Hide some lanterns in them
That in the darkest shades of life
They’re fireflies of love
Oh, sing them a childly song
So I’ll say
Bird, nanny bird.