Walking on weekends is a good habit
I go out into the yard in winter and see a bird,
I’ll warm you in my hands, frozen titmouse,
Hope will not fade if there is at least a match.
I picked her up and warmed her up,
But I didn’t dare keep him in captivity,
A bird warmed by me sits in my hands,
I straighten my palm: “Fly, fly, titmouse”
Fly away, titmouse, fly away,
Soon May, wonderful May will come,
My crane is next to me,
Sing titmouse, sing this song.
Fly away, titmouse, fly away,
Soon May, wonderful May will come,
My crane is next to me,
Sing titmouse, sing this song.
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
My bird, the winter snow is melting,
Feel the warmth and tenderness of your hands,
You will always remember them, day and night,
You come and I’ll warm you up if you want.
Look, the water has thawed,
I'll be glad to see you again
Come back to me, my titmouse,
And let the water sound like a melody in the stream.
Come, titmouse, come,
Among migratory bird flocks,
Stay here with me too
Sing, titmouse, sing this song.
Come, titmouse, come,
Among migratory bird flocks,
My crane is next to me,
Sing, titmouse, sing this song.
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
Come, titmouse, come,
Among migratory bird flocks,
My crane is next to me,
Sing, titmouse, sing this song.
Titmouse, it’s already May if you want to come.
