Blue Tit / Red Kite - Christian Kjellvander

Listen to the sound

Somebody’s working

Come on in the house

That I have been building

I sing to drown out the sorrows

And I work to forget about the murder of crows

A blue tit sings

A blue tit shouts

When anger comes

Or troubles are about

Hollow is the home

That shakes by thunder

They say that wisdom tore

This tree asunder

I work though I know no tomorrow

For I realize love is only borrowed

A blue tit sings

A blue tit shouts

When anger comes

Or troubles are about

Enter — the red kite