Es esmu pasaules lelle. Tu ar mani spēlējies, viņa ar mani spēlējas. Tavas acis spēlējas ar mani, tava balss spēlējas ar mani. Tavi nejaušie peiskārieni sagriež manu pasauli kājām gaisā, vārdi, kurus tu pasaki garām ejot, liek manai sirdij ietrīsēties.
Bet tu, tu es tāds, kāds esi. Es tev nepārmeut. Tu nedari man pāri.
Bet viņi. Tu zini. Tu redzi. Tu jūti. Tikai es nezinu, vai tev nav vienalga. Varbūt nav. Šad tad manī dzimst tā šausmīgā sajūta, ka tu arī tikai spēlējies, tikai nežēlīgāk kā citi. Šad tad man tevis pietrūkst. Šīs rindas tu nekad nelasīsi, tā kā man vienalga, ka tu neatbildēsi. Tavas acis atbildēs.
Bet viņi. Spēles, intrigas, meli, divas frontes līnijas. Cik ilgi man vēl jācīnās? Cik ilgi man vēl jābūt citiem par spēļlaukumu.
Vai nav vieglāk lidot?

She was dancing in the rain.
She didn’t care about anything.
The wind was here friend,
And the clouds took her up.
She was with nature.

Nobody could understand
That lonely girl in the rain.
She had her dreams,
Her hopes and power
In this quiet midnight hour.
She screamed in the sky.

He wanted her so badly
That he couldn’t live.
He wanted to touch her body,
Her arms, her hair, her lips.
He was standing in rain every weekend
But she never came.

Who can understand that girl in rain?
Who can speak in her language?
Why we are so different from her?
Why we can’t dance?
Who can speak with butterflies
In the meadow?
Who can be a nature child,
Who can dance alone?