If you try to follow her footsteps,
You will find that she doesn't leave a single one...
Shes so light,
As the sound
of
Her sister Syrinxs flute...
Tapping with the leaves and dancing, she flirts with the wind,
and then her song sounds like
piccolo...
Is innocent the rain thats falling on her face,
Washing little sins of summer,
Where water-fairy runs, when summer
dances done,
Where will she hide?
When the nature sings the swan song
And the autumn gives the final cut,
Like a painter,
with her sorrow
She fades all colours to gray...
