22.12.2018
Fly, Little Feather
Fly, little feather
Through the little field
Whisk away, little feather
My bitter regrets.
From my face
Wipe away the specks of dust
Turn about, to become
My little wing.
I wish I could've had wings
Like the falcon,
I would be strong
Like the bits of stone.
I would have many brothers,
Like the little tree,
I would live a little life
With a new crown.
I would not be lying now
In that dear open field
Do not watch for me
In the sky, in the clouds.
You would not ask this of me
Light feather
And chase away, sweep away
My bitter regrets.
Fly, little feather
Through the little field
Whisk away, little feather
My bitter regrets.
From my face
Wipe away the specks of dust
Turn about, to become
My little wing.