Текст песни Birthday - M. Ward

She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrabbles in the earth
With her fingers and her mouth

She's five years old
Today is her birthday
They're smoking cigars
A chain of flowers comes down there

Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da

She stays in her zone of a strange
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listening to the weather
And he knows how many freckles she's got

She scratches his beard
She's painting huge books
And glues them together

They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it

Today is her birthday
They're smoking cigars
A chain of flowers comes down there

Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da