dienasgramata:

What a rare bird...

What a rare bird
A rare bird
What a rare bird

What a rare bird
it sings softly

Feathers without colors
What a rare bird

What a rare bird...

What a rare bird
flies alone to the towering peak
of Mount Ararat

Now it finally starts to rain
and it won't stop at all
After the rain not all of them are there anymore

for example
The Pteranodon is not there anymore
for example
Archaeopteryx is not there anymore
for example
Even the Shenzhouraptor is not there anymore
for example
Anyway after the rain many are not there anymore

I am waiting

for the landing in confidence
on the once towering peak
the new island
the only beach

I am waiting

for what the rare bird
on its return carries
in its beak:
The new song!

Ararat!
What the rare bird after its return carries in its beak:
The new song!
It lies on the tongue and burns! On the tip of the tongue burning to be sung!