Like the sun that slowly rises
That in the air makes gestures
With its beak asks for kisses
With its wings asks for hugs
Oh my love, who told you
A bird in the hand is worth more
Hearing such beautiful singing
Flowers open their colors
To the sweet sound of the little bird
When the sun brings warmth
Oh my love, who told you
A bird in the hand is worth more
Hearing such beautiful singing
Hearing such beautiful singing