Look the Papiha is sitting on the tree
Singing a sweet melody
The black cuckoo is not far behind
Dark clouds on the sky
make loud noises
And the birds fly
to their nests
As the rain comes falling down
Singing a sweet melody
The black cuckoo is not far behind
Dark clouds on the sky
make loud noises
And the birds fly
to their nests
As the rain comes falling down