In alien lands devoutly clingingTo age-old rites of Russian earth,I let a captive bird go wingingTo greet the radiant spring's rebirth.
My heart grew lighter then: why mutterAgainst God's providence, and rage,When I was free to set aflutterBut one poor captive from his cage!
In alien lands devoutly clinging
To age-old rites of Russian earth,
I let a captive bird go winging
To greet the radiant spring's rebirth.
My heart grew lighter then: why mutter
Against God's providence, and rage,
When I was free to set aflutter
But one poor captive from his cage!