Under a fullmoon she shines
Named a fairy
Dressed as one
If shirts and skirts were to exist
In some modern fairytale
I'd like to have a role there
So I take her to the sea
But that's a mistake
It is always her the one to ride
And it only takes a minute underwater
To reveal her nipples
But not even a second after
I'm late and she is away
So I have to increase my flying speed
To catch her skirt throught a starred night
And we fly across the country
Tried to grab her by a wing
but only getting her legs
that's enough to keep flying
thinking desperately about where to land
And she flies and I follow her pace
what I always wanted
but I know where she is headed
the only place I cannot return
the land where I left my life
Where I became mistreated
and don't want to go there anymore
but I keep my eyes to her legs
Wanting to burn her stockings
with my hands her skirt
with my mouth her shirt
her lips with my soul
and embrace her mighty hair
made by some God from dying suns
and hide my secrets under
the shelter of her curls
they call her "The Barefoot Fairy"
I must keep her feet away from the ground
I'm dead if we land
But I think it is like in "El secreto de sus ojos"
you can change everything but your passion
and to hell with all that
Fairy, bury me inside you
be my grave in your land
there's no other place to be
but your mouth
the rest are just words
Let the magic slip from your fingers
and touch me inside
as I lay on the beach
slowly melting in the sand
Undressing you in my mind
while you laugh and fly and run
like some modern Tadzio
and I'll hardly smile before falling
like Aschenbach in Venice
Cause there is no return from here
and Death is all around
as in every word I write
and every though you cause on me
except you
Brave and Mighty Fairy
I take no answers from here
So that's it. Like it always was
No more to be.
