אמא, לא ראיתי [Ima lo Raiti] [English translation]

Mother, I have never seen

such a tiny blue-eyed bird;

She is as golden as cinnamon,

As white as the Jasmine flower.

Who is this tiny bird

who came into my chambers?

She builds a nest for herself

deep within my heart.

Know, my son, that far away from here

a bird is nesting inside a loving heart

and she too yearns and longs

to be near her partner.

And at night, you can hear her voice,

Coming your way.

Send her a song through the wind

until you bring her into your home.

The bird will find her partner.

The sadness of the heart will turn to joy.

Indeed, autumn will go by, pass on,

Then the voice of the nightingale will be heard.

• Artist:Berry Sakharof