Bunjil’s Birds

We see little Porrgil with her colourful wings,
Bardangal’s beak is so strong and used to scoop up things.
Kuwarrk sounds like he laughs when he sings,
They’re all friends with Bunjil.
They’re all friends with Bunjil.
And they can fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
And they can fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.

No colours for the Waa with her feathers of black,
Parwang used sticks to make the sky break and crack.
Graceful Kunuwarra carries babies on her back,
They’re all friends with Bunjil.
They’re all friends with Bunjil.

Bunjil in the sky,
created the land.
Creation of waters,
the stars and sand.
Its here for you.
Its here for me.
And we are friends with Bunjil.
And we can fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I can fly, fly, fly fly, fly.
Yes I can fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly, fly, fly, fly,fly.