Lyric

A blue bird is flying and spreads his wings in the clear air ,in the great height

I'm just looking up to him and standing alone in the desert ,in early morning

My mind is ringing with his singing voice

Am I sleeping ? Am I dreaming ?

Other things are nothing to me any more ,in the broad desert at break of dawn

The next moment I suddenly awoke in my bed and I was terribly thirsty

So soon I went to my kitchen and had a glass of water ,cold and cold water

Just then I heard something out of the window

Soon I opened it and looked at the sky

The bird in my dream was flying in the air ,like leading me ,like calling me

A blue bird may be the symbol of happiness ,but I was feeling like the ominous

Everything I have might be lost like dropping from my both hands

The blue bird ,perhaps ,is my foreboding

I might have to part from anyone loved

The voice was calling me

Time to go away for my destiny

His singing voice was still calling me

I remembered something like fear and delight

I thought I had to go after the bird

My endless journey would be beginning now

The way might be very hard and lonely

There might be nothing to help me any more

My mind was ringing with his singing voice

The sun was rising and glaring down on me

A blue bird may be the symbol of happiness ,but the sure sign of my endless journey

Instead of losing all I loved ,I might get something little ,perhaps

In the broad and hopeless deserts around the world

If I'm very fortunate I might find a thing

The sun was glaring down on me

It was time for my decision

Suddenly it's thundering and starting rain

I have heavy rain in the broad desert

I can see nothing around me

It's just heavy raining

Why did the bird call and select me ?

Why did I have to throw out all mine ?

I just exclaim at the blue bird

He has disappeared from my sight

A blue bird may be the symbol of happiness ,but he gave me trials and tribulations

I will be forced to dig out a thing in the broad deserts around the world

What's it ?

I'm not sure ,but I should find it out through the far distance of my own journey

If I find it out ,I might be a hero for someone noble

The blue bird had still disappeared from my sight ,but he gave me trials and tribulations

I will be forced to dig out the thing in the broad deserts around the world

Although everything I had loved was lost like dropping from my both hands ,I will be slightly happy

That's why my own tales might give someone noble slightly bravery