The sparrow cries in the red mornings,

reminding us all of our spring agony.

Fires crackling in the dusky light

bring such pain and warmth to the world.

Reminding us all of our spring agony,

these red-hot flames of tempting desire

bring such pain and warmth to the world.

How many bottles are there on the floor?

These red-hot flames of tempting desire

seeking the tears of a fallen bird:

How many bottles are there on the floor?

Have you lost count, or are the phantoms in your mind?

Seeking the tears of a fallen bird,

the sparrow cries in the red mornings.

Have you lost count, or are the phantoms in your mind

fires crackling in the dusky light?