You sit on my shoulder
Always by my side
As the days get colder
I bring the warmest smile
My little birdhouse
On a hill
I’ll keep you hidden
I don't want you to be killed
Birdwatchers are silent
Watching us behind the trees
Then they come to question me

My mother questions me
Seeing a bird feather in my hair
She told me to be careful
Bird hunter is here
I don't dear to say a word
All I can't think about is my secret bird

I heard him tapping on the window
I...