When I was young
I used to look up to the skies
Thinking, if the birds, which sung
Of its beauty, feel glee as they fly
Would I be able to feel it, too?
If I spread my wings and soar high
What are the things I'll be able to do?
As the moments pass by
Still, the birds fly
My heart had decided
It would do what it wanted
So, quicker than a glance I was up high
I never knew I could touch the sky
Slowly, my lips formed a smile
The breeze was soft against my skin
I loved every bit of this, mile after mile
I don't know how long it has been
Since I left the ground and departed
To this heavenly paradise I always wanted
But all things come to an end
And just as high as I flew, I fell
I waited, but the Gods did not send
A parachute as I descend
This catastrophe, my misery
I could not foretell
Now, I lay on the ground
Thinking, if those songs that resound
Were caused not only by great gaeity
And some birds did not sing so happily
Will I be able to dream of that sky again,
Now that my heart is already sunken?
