Pobre cucu

Poor Cuckoo
You have to be
Always chiming
Always singing
In the same old spot.

Poor Cuckoo
You gotta give
The time of day
Both night and day
Always without a break.

While inside the clock
The little gears, they spin,
With their metal teeth
Biting time without end.

Poor Cuckoo
You have to be
Always coming out
Always going in
And without a chance to fly!

Poor Cuckoo
To sing you
Come out all nervous
And without rest
You go back inside.
In your prison

Poor Cuckoo
With bitterness
You live in darkness
Far from the blue sky.

Inside the old grand clock
Time must feel so long
With no more distraction
Than doing your job.

Poor Cuckoo
You have to be
Always coming out
Always going in
And without a chance to fly!