Through the window
The rythmic sound of the wind;
The sweet song of birds,
Obligate my existence in my desolate state.

To the sky through the window
The sun cheers and smiles at me;
The pure cloud dances smoothly like the waves in the ocean,
Beseech me to rejoice my life.

In the distance the blooming flowers flirt with the bees,
The liberate birds chase one another playing hide and seek,
Reminisce me the wings, the spirit
I once had in my blissful heart.