If I were a bird

If I were a bird, Whichever things would say to you, With a slight whistle, To the ear would sing to you.
It would raise the high mountain but, and thence it would shout to you: Where these heart, where these life mine?
Flying it would lavish, the love that I feel, by you young mine, by you of the sky to hell.
A grazing flight That badly ended and after returning from my feat In your arms to give to me.
If I were a bird, Whichever things exchange Would fly towards the west to be able to return, and in your sine, baby, to be able to rest.