Ein Vogel mit der schiefsten Stimme im ganzen Viertel setzt sich an einem stürmischen Tag auf den Balkon und bleibt einfach. Einen Sommer lang Futter aufs Geländer, ein Lied, das niemand schön nennen würde, und dann ein Ende, das viel zu früh kommt. Ein leises Stück darüber, dass ausgerechnet das Unvollkommene die größte Stille hinterlässt.
One spring morning you showed up at my window
Like you forgot where the sky should end
The wind kept pulling at your feathers
You could've flown a thousand miles
But on a grey and stormy day
You chose my balcony to stay
You watched the little birds on my screen
While I built worlds that couldn't breathe
Your song was broken, out of key
Like you had something to say
You had the worst voice on the block
Every note came out wrong
The other birds all had their melodies
And you just had your song
But maybe that's the reason
That I built you your own home
Put some food out on the railing
So you'd never be alone
You never sang the sweetest song
You never flew the straightest line
And your terrible little singing
Somewhere down the line
Stopped being noise
And started sounding fine
Somewhere between your voice and mine
You even found another
Who stayed a day or two
Guess your song wasn't so hopeless
If it brought somebody to you
But July's a cruel beginning
For a bird with no time left
No family, no future
Just a summer and your breath
You'd watch me while I'm working
From the railing every day
Like you always wanted something
That I couldn't give away
Then my cat came up the staircase
And I heard that awful scream
You were too small for this world
And I was already too late
I held you in my hands
Tried to warm your shaking frame
And for a second you were calm
Before you gasped for air again
I thought that I could save you
God, I got it so wrong
I watched you take your last breath
And then you were gone
You had the worst voice on the block
But I'd give anything to hear
That broken little melody
Just one more time from here
You died inside my hands
And I still don't understand
How something with the ugliest song
Left the biggest silence in the end
You never sang the sweetest song
You never flew the straightest line
And your terrible little singing
Somewhere down the line
Stopped being noise
And started sounding fine
Somewhere between your voice and mine
So sing wherever you are now
Sing it just as wrong
The worst voice on the block
Still the one I'm missing all along
You could've flown a thousand miles
But you stayed with me instead
Rest easy little singer
You were heard
You were heard