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Translation
No matter how I spread my arms
English translation ©
Alex Fyffe
No matter how I spread my arms
I cannot fly at all,
But unlike me, a flying bird
Cannot run fast on ground.
Though I rock my body back and forth
It makes no pretty sounds,
Yet unlike me, a ringing bell
Does not know many songs.
A bell, a bird, and also me,
All are different, all are good.
I cannot fly at all,
But unlike me, a flying bird
Cannot run fast on ground.
Though I rock my body back and forth
It makes no pretty sounds,
Yet unlike me, a ringing bell
Does not know many songs.
A bell, a bird, and also me,
All are different, all are good.
