Through the rose garden, with the silver poplars I walk with my father, holding tightly on to his hand And from the highest tree, I hear a Bird of Sorrow Sing about the cruel world outside And my heart trembles, when my father´s voice, I her call… Mio, my Mio Over the rose garden, It begins to darken And I see my bird, swing out across the sky with its broad wings flying, straight into the heaven Flies into the dark land outside And my heart trembles, when my father´s voice, I her call… Mio my Mio