Letras: Fiamma Fumana. Home. The Blackbird.

Throw the distaff in the middle of the yard, if it's cloudy, it'll brighten up
volilela volilela, volilela volila (imitates the flapping sound of wings)

The prune is in bloom, and everyone is looking at it

The prune is on the branch, and everyone takes a rest

The prune has fallen, and everyone has helped it