Spring wanton

In the forest, each tree has its own spirit, 
it is during the night an angel bright, light wing 
like a flying meringue. 
Desperation in the midst of a fever death 
I kiss, I feel my throat touch 
the most beautiful man's deadly. 
Lack of energy inside me today to increase the 
his own wings, learning to sit up again. 
Feel frustrated by the feeling that 
sometimes I could still have the strength, the lightest on the wings would fly. 
I would have it spring wanton fairy, 
the world loving a strong woman.