Rhythem of the wind!

Raise my soal up with your wings

You 're the one to hold me

You're the one to show me the hidden gates of the blue skies

Take me there, up-- far away

Take me to the Happy Isles of the failures.

I wish I were the bird,

from whom nobody asks the reason she flies for.
I wish I were the fish

around whom there is no one to ask, why she swims?
I wish I were the snail,

who imprisons herself in her shell in need of isolation.
No body asks her, “ why isolation?”
Good for you little lucky living things! Good for you!

I'm, breaking the skies' gates

I'm floating weightless; blowing with the wind

I'm reaching the silver balls

I'm watching the falling flocks

I'm reaching the blue skies

Yet not leaving this dear hostile host.