The Fortune's wheel was being turned by silver strings.
The sun was dancing giving me its heating smile,
And I envied the birds. I'd like to have their wings.
I'd like to play their joyful and spontaneous games,
I'd like to fly enjoying freedom and... to live!
But I survivein sacred narrow iron frames.
I hate them, I am breaking them, but I can't leave.
I have to do a lot of "very serious things"
I have too many duties and no right to stay.
My brain is satisfied. My soul protests. It sings,
It tries to free itself, it wants to find its way,
Intoxicating like shampagne, as hot as coal...
But if the body could exist without the soul!