Let the wounded bird sing a song

Let the bird sing a song in the sky.
Do not penetrate arrow in her heart when he will fly.
Let him sing a song.
Do not take voice from her throat.
She will fly to horizon.
Where fly with her opinion.
I see her flying in the sky with a race.
With my arrow I do not want to face.
Now she fights with her young blood.
A group of parrots sing a song ahead to get award.
I am not on the corridor of awarding point's race.
  Bird sings a song to keeping pace with song and race.
sakha