Murray Puma

Stand at the origin, Mr. Bird

Stand away, Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, I hate you. You think your bright feathers, your long claws and your soaring wings are all disgusting to me. Stand away, Mr. Bird. Maybe you mean no harm to me, but your body is like death, fearing my weak body. Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, don't look at me with poor eyes, I won't let you out, because when you spread your wings and fly, I feel your disdain. Your brave wings make me yearn for something. Stand away, Mr Bird. I hate your superiority. Now, you are locked, and I have been locked. If you can't fly, I can't escape. I did it once, too, and I had to. Mr Bird, Mr Bird, why are you crying? Don't show me innocently, we are all the same and bound. Stand away, Mr Bird. I have a heart of stone. If you want me to cry, you won't succeed. We have no enmity, I just don't like your glamour. Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, I unlocked the lock. Why don't you leave? I told you my story, did you stay moved? Stand away, Mr. Bird, since you are not leaving, don't let me see you sad. Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, if I let you go, will you let me go? You fly, take my sadness, take my sadness, feed the horses in the grassland, and bloom the lilacs in the fields. Stand away, Mr Bird. Don't look at me with sympathy. I know what to do. I don't wait for you to liberate, and I won't cry to you, because you, like me, have helplessness and sadness. Stand far away, Mr. Bird. You should leave quickly. I will cry. After crying, I will live hard.