| Song | Bird of Cuzco |
| Artist | Nina Nastasia |
| Album | On Leaving |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nastasia | |
| Oh bird | |
| You must be starving | |
| From your flight so long | |
| The wind, the way it was blowing | |
| I feel lonely not to have come | |
| There the pounding of rain has flooded the dam | |
| I can offer you my room you can sleep it off | |
| Oh, let me take care | |
| Oh, let me be near | |
| Do you | |
| Mean to be saying | |
| To me through a song | |
| Be pleased | |
| For everything's changing | |
| Be not angry I have returned | |
| How I tire of waking from this dream | |
| Are we wired to be always sad and wanting | |
| Oh, let me sing | |
| Oh, I love to sing | |
| I will lie here awhile in the dark | |
| Let me lie for a while just thinking in the dark | |
| Oh, leave me here | |
| Oh, let me see clear |
| zuo qu : Nastasia | |
| Oh bird | |
| You must be starving | |
| From your flight so long | |
| The wind, the way it was blowing | |
| I feel lonely not to have come | |
| There the pounding of rain has flooded the dam | |
| I can offer you my room you can sleep it off | |
| Oh, let me take care | |
| Oh, let me be near | |
| Do you | |
| Mean to be saying | |
| To me through a song | |
| Be pleased | |
| For everything' s changing | |
| Be not angry I have returned | |
| How I tire of waking from this dream | |
| Are we wired to be always sad and wanting | |
| Oh, let me sing | |
| Oh, I love to sing | |
| I will lie here awhile in the dark | |
| Let me lie for a while just thinking in the dark | |
| Oh, leave me here | |
| Oh, let me see clear |
| zuò qǔ : Nastasia | |
| Oh bird | |
| You must be starving | |
| From your flight so long | |
| The wind, the way it was blowing | |
| I feel lonely not to have come | |
| There the pounding of rain has flooded the dam | |
| I can offer you my room you can sleep it off | |
| Oh, let me take care | |
| Oh, let me be near | |
| Do you | |
| Mean to be saying | |
| To me through a song | |
| Be pleased | |
| For everything' s changing | |
| Be not angry I have returned | |
| How I tire of waking from this dream | |
| Are we wired to be always sad and wanting | |
| Oh, let me sing | |
| Oh, I love to sing | |
| I will lie here awhile in the dark | |
| Let me lie for a while just thinking in the dark | |
| Oh, leave me here | |
| Oh, let me see clear |