Her spirit that flows along the currents of a dream,
She sings songs usually unheard of before,
Flows the unimaginable depths of her soul…
Sometimes her boat harbours at a shore,
Sometimes the wind blows it towards the open sea at uproar,
But I know, one sunny day, she’ll find her own territory.
A virgin one. The land where her indomitable spirit,
Finds a meadow as vast as itself, to run wild,