A beautiful Fairy wanted to love,
She couldn’t sleep and fly,
She didn’t know, there was above
Immortal, cruel lie.
She tried to find this little gift,
She tried to fly again,
But every night she couldn’t lived
Her life without Rain.
She told a stories of the wood,
She liked its tender smell,
She knew, it hadn’t understood,
But she felt very well.
One day she saw a blue-black Dove,
He flied so quick and proudly
He flied. And now it was enough
She’d even called him loudly.
The Dove just looked at little tree,
There Fairy hid her head,
He tried to see, but couldn’t see,
So then they hadn’t met.
And every day she waited for
Her quick and proud dream,
She didn’t love Rain anymore,
She’d like to song and scream.