Had I kissed you that night at the theatre
it would have been the end,
the end of your freedom..
Your wings would've been cut
and tied down to the ground..
and you would've found yourself
in a cold, dark prison cell...
Such a free soul you are;
you deserve to be in the air
within the clouds
and with fresh wind in your hair
I so wish I kissed you that night my dear
I so wish I could make you mine
But you belong to the Earth
to the sea, to the rivers. to the fields,
to the trees, to the clouds, to the mountains...
It would've been the end of your freedom,
If, at the theatre that night,
I kissed you...
But I so wish I did...