I was talking to a bird in the middle of the road   It was crying blood into my hands   I’m talking to this bird   I don’t think you’ve got no troubles   Hey small, Little broken bird   He looks like the smile of a girl I once knew   Bird smile tricks hidden in the cheeks   And sparkle in the eyes   And sparkle in the "cheeks" same thing   Little broken bird   So sing me something like   The birds used to do, please   When they swim into the wind blow   A whisper or something, but blow blow blow blow   Broken bird, broken bird   Blow blow blow broken bird   Blow blow blow broken bird   I recognize you everywhere you go      I was talking to a bird in the middle of the road   The tears go stronger, like red snow in the eyes   And the feathers are red and nobody in the eyes   Come back to me little bird   I keep talking to a bird in the middle of the road   I put it on my pocket inside of my jacket   Put it on my pocket inside of my jacket   I keep on walking’ on the road   Broken bird in the middle of the road   Broken bird in the middle of the road   And the rain when I ask myself   "What’s happened to this little broken bird?"   And I feel something strange under my shoes   When I look at this strange shoe’s thing   I found a broken egg full of blood   Cut feathers stuck on my foot      There’s a broken bird in the middle of the road   There’s a broken bird in the middle of the road   Inside of my pocket into my jacket   Inside of my pocket into my jacket   There’s a broken bird   There’s a broken bird under my shoes   There’s a broken bird under my shoes   Yeah, broken bird   Broken bird   There’s a broken bird under my shoes   There’s a broken bird in the middle of the road