Such things should never happen, but we die
The swallow finds an oak to nest her young
Defenseless between the earth and the sky
Uncounted beneath a vast, indifferent sun

A mother holds her baby to her breast
She trusts in you yet does not dare to breathe
As the baby sparrow falls from its nest
As the mighty oak does not appear to see

Such things should never happen, but they do
Beside a littlе box, a mother cries
The swallow seeks to build its nеst anew
The oak tree lifts its branches to its eyes