Well, since it’s July 6th, my country is celebrating the coronation of the first and last king way back in 1253 as a good will that “we can also in to Christianity”; and I was thinking I could do a finger-picked version of Vytautas Kernagis poem/song called “Paukščiai” (Birds).
And, well… suffice to say that this was the most awful 8 takes that I’ve done recently: strings are ringing out, wherein they shouldn’t, my picking hand keeps occasionally missing dedicated strings, my fretting hand fingers seem to not want to fall in to places at times and dead notes are ringing out etc. Eh. In the future, I’ll make a better one; let’s just call it demo 1 
The chords used were: Em, Am7, D7, G, B7, Cmaj7 and E7. The verses are Em - Am7 - D7 - G - Em - Am7 - D7 - B7; the choruses are Am7 - D7 - G - Cmaj7 - Am7 - B7 - Em - E7
For reference, if anyone’s interested what the song is about, here’s my translated lyrics:
Verse 1:
From whirlwind clouds the snowflakes are falling as if white fluffs,
The birds flew towards heavens; it’s so quite now, their love songs ceased.
Chorus 1 (twice):
Let them chirp far away, let them forget sleet and rain.
The birds will fly back home when the sunny Spring comes.
Verse 2:
What suspenseful calm around us; everything is so empty and dull,
When above the fields no one can hear our winged song singers.
Chorus 2 (twice):
My dear friend, stay calm. The birds were scarred off by a ribbed cold hand of Winter.
Even though it scarred them off, but they’ll be back when the sunny Spring comes.
Verse 3:
While we, wingless birds of the ground, greet them with our eyes.
And again, anticipating storm, we look warily towards the gruesome North.
Chorus 3 (twice):
An angry and fierce faith often tosses humans like nothing but rag-dolls.
I envy the birds, because they’ll fly back home when the sunny Spring comes.
Verse 4:
They will fly above the hills and valleys, they will fly on the blueish roads of sky,
And again, as last year, they will land, on an old and sturdy oak.
Chorus 4 (twice):
And their song - so many times heard - will delight young and old.
The birds will fly back home when the sunny Spring comes.
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