A speck of water has been dewy
The chirp has sounded
Flying freely soothes the heart
Free to fill the morning
I'm confined
Caught in a chain I can not get off
Falls in a solid circle
Contains high kumunafikan and ego
Unconsciously I would be a slave
Slaves and slaves. . .
The wind of the walnut
Like a symbol of my freedom
The canary's wooden cage
Like a shackle of chain chains,
You are a canary that chirps in a happy and happy morning when you hear you sing. 
