Who knows what is in her eyes?
Grey clouds disperse in the four winds
A dry riverbed overflows
And the horizon opens wide
Up to the heaven she turns her eyes
Searching, diving in to the chilly blue
Floating in the air
Touching the pure golden light
That glimmers in her hair
Mishaela, what do you see?
What is it in your heart
That greets the desolate silence with such laughter?
It is one rainbow in the east, she says
It is all I need
What more could I want?
It is all that I need