I offered to myself a victory.
I said I wish and it became true again.
The only thing that I 've never dared
to demand ...
"I want to be free"
I'm fluttering my wings
as a shiny May beetle
tied by a string.
All over buzzing I 'm flying around.
Glistening sparkle, day and night.
However I was the victim, I had been the perpetrator.
I just tied myself .
