The child follows its steps,
It laughs, it dreams a lot
I don't know and lives in the middle,
It only feels the game
In form and color, light and movement
It likes to be and loves movement
Does the child feel
In shape and color, light and action
It likes to be and loves transformation
Does the child feel
In shape and color, light and action
It likes to be and loves transformation
Does the child feel
/>The blue bird with light feathers
Feels the child and points to the sky
It may be
A crystal ball rolls and sparkles
Color dance with friends of lights
Feels the child< br/>From child to universal enthusiasm, fine strings are stretched
Richly filled with dew and tears,
They sound clear in radiance'
[English translation:]
[During The First Of All Games]
The child is its steps
It laughs, it dreams so much
It doesn't know and lives the cente
Feeling nothing but the game alone
In form and colour, light and emotion
It likes to be, and it loves movement
The child feels
In form and colour, light and deed
It likes to be , and it loves transformation
The child feels
The blue bird, feathered with light
Is felt by the child, pointing to the sky
It likes to be
Crystal ball that rolls and shines
Dance of colors and of lights
The child feels
Fine threads are woven from child to cosmic rapture
Richly bejewelled with dew and tears
Sounding clear in the radiant

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