• Her spirit is free.
    With other children, the hands of mud,
    wants to grab the sun, and hug it like a brother
    The Sun whisperer's the secrets of world behind the mirror ...
    "If in the tale you believe, its not in vain threaded! Rainbow is your track! On the other side there is more waiting for you than a pot !Your eyes are the wings. And they take you everywhere!

    Touch the chest with your palm . It's not the heart that pounds, no no ...
    These dreams shyly knock from outside, to let them in!
    Your fingers are brushes! Colours the men who are afraid that
    through temperament of black colour they'll inhale pollen and again
    be reborn.

    They will have a watery look than ... forgive me. You'll draw yourself a smile
    again.

    Thousands of fireflies in the night are your lanterns!
    So easy to fly when you're a child! Let the dreams fly,
    across the sleepy streets! Rainy music elects you to be the
    the one with notes layered in your hair ... pull on costumes of tulle, and already you're blue fairy.
    With your look, you awaken the doll, the next second your bear tells you:
    "I waited for you!"


    But suddenly, everything is shaking ...!
    Behind the mountain, the ugly head of emerging giant...
    All the people around you become men of smoke and disappear!
    You stand alone ... and then in the street of the evil giant you
    recognize the face of your uncle ... and the picture breaks into pieces ...!