Drop from the sky,
The night is young,
Fool the nightingales,
And the bright butterflies.

Feelings of hope
Feelings of love,
Lose the pain,
Lose the heart.

When the honey is red,
My heart is orange,
When the nights are gray,
My life is shortened.

Fly nightingales
Fly,
I will go along,
With the wind,
And the morning sky.