I will sway with the winds of the north that dance with my hair,
And you can guess who I am;
I will waltz with the melodious stream that melts from the strangely hollow glaciers of violins,
And you can guess who I am;
I will pretend to sleep in the wallowing willows that we built,
And beg for you
To guess who I am;
And I will grow enormous wings,
Like that of a very old man,
And soar through the concrete skies of supposed heaven,
And you can guess who I am;
I will dance and rejoice your return through a thousand golden streets,
And if,
Along the way,
You do guess who I am,
Then whisper it to me,
Silently,
And if I manage to fit the puzzle,
Then,
Perhaps I will find a place within you,
La vie.