Larks are singing to me about my love.
They are invisible in the morning somewhere above,
Their songs are falling down on me like rain
And I am willing to listen to them again and again.
Their songs are making lighter my heavy heart,
When two of us are ready to be apart,
They are turning this morning from gray to blue,
I am begging for a chance to hear them with you.
Lark’s songs just a music without any words,
Are showing us how to sail through troubles fjords,
And till larks are singing in skies above,
You won’t be able to leave me, my love.