Sky speaks out when you come,
Air touches gently saying "awesome!"
I hear often a singing all around,
I don't know who creates this sound.

A vigil takes place in my savanna,
Words murmur in the light of diana.
Looks like I'm not a girl, a misnomer,
Am I the whirlwind of hot summer?

In dream I fly and sit on your cheek,
In reality no grace I hope or seek.
You remain so far that I can't touch,
Nonetheless who produces love too much?

I romanticize and beautify
The void gray sky.
Rude reality becomes fairytale,
With blossoms smiles the blue vale.

O bluebird, give me blue pain!
By no means love can be slain.
Come pain! I'll be sapphire, bluish,
A gemstone that reflects anguish.