My spirit ! It's a free one
to wander on it's own.
And yet, when it is awandering,
how lonely and forlorn.

It loves all that is beautiful
In colour, shape or size.
However when I check it,
It simply runs and hide.

My spirit ! It's a free one
to do things by itself.
No friends or love or partnerships,
she's grown used by herself.

It loves all that is beautiful
And doesn't give a damn.
Cause of it' s free transition,
It needs not for a plan.

My spirit, Oh my spirit !
Why do you transgress so ?
When so much want is everywhere
You too - go, have a go.