On the rainbow tears, quite wide, from the flow of yelling cries
there’s a cricket playing sadly for the death of all the flies.
When his violin breaks from the saddest song he played
the great artist jumps straight down to his death; destiny failed.
On the rainbow, tears of sky, drops of rain run down the lifeless colors
searching for the end, the other end, the hidden chest of treasures.
When road ends, there’s no more time, there is no chest;
it’s just a pot of boiling water…
The fairies fly towards the rainbow full of life, they think,
but on arrival thunders growl and take down every fairy.. twink.. twink.. twink…