Tsjilp Tsjilp, the sound of a little bird singing in the morning,
happy to wake up and fly,
Feeling his freedom with every clap of his wings,
Watching down on the earth, looking at all those people,
Many are sad, a lot are lonely and loads are hurt.

They're looking up at the sky, seeing a little bird,
Wanting to feel as free as the bird,
Flying away from their troubles, to another world of beauty and happiness,
For a new beginning, a new life.

But maybe there's another way,
another way to feel as free as the little bird,
A way of flying without wings...

Could you show me the way please?