On a green meadow
Drowning in the clover sea
Full of bees' fairy tales
I felt how the North wind came
To discover my young heart
The wind called my heart
To make me fight with Heaven
To show me a road
A dark desolated road
Into a gloomy forest
The dark scarlet road
Leads me along the hillside
My poor heart goes forth...
The passionate bees and herbs
Sang this fairy tale to me.