Текст песни Ка Па Дзонг - Птицы

Winter, like a shroud, clothed
Our whole land into the white plain
And birds free to a foreign land
Love and songs took away.
But also in a foreign land a dream
They fly to their native fields:
Winter drove them out, but to us
They come back in the spring.
 
They are better off in the far heavens;
But without them the arch of heaven is cramped:
We only echo free songs
Remained in huts and palaces.
Their songs in a sonorous wave
Sail to the distant shores;
Winter drove them out, but to us
They come back in the spring.
 
We, the deaf side of the birds,
It’s enviable to look at their flight ...
It's hard for us to sing - so much to see
Thunderclouds over your head!
Blessed is he who could fight the storm
Surrender to free sails ...
Winter drove them out, but to us
They come back in the spring.
 
They are on the dark blue
Flock with a thunderbolt.
To make a nest under an old oak tree,
But not bent over by the storms.
Tired plowman behind the sow
To the free voices
It will be filled with songs - and to us
They come back in the spring.