There is someone who plays with me
Perhaps the fate that pulls the strings
Someone whose aims I cannot see
Has bound my mind to look for rings

Although in myths I disbelieve
My dreams are filled with fairy scenes:
Some fawns gallop towards the eaves
of leafy hills with naked teens

This one who crafts my illusioned self
instills my ideas with magic sound
It makes me wish I were an elf
and dig up diamonds from the ground

O fiery spirit in my mind
Your life is just of different kind