If you cry for long near the clouded window glass High in the sky a falcon will appear A falcon will appear high above the clouds Then you must not miss your chance
To see his wings, to see his feathers and to wonder: where am I now? And why is the cloud below, and is it clear above? It seems I have been crying not in vain.
It seems this is it - my time has come, And slowly my tribe is trudging below. And I will fly higher and I will fly into the sun, and still remember, that there is a window below
A clouded window, in which are My darlings - to be burnt and to come back! If you cry for long...