The wind fairy tale is a lyrical interpretation of the wind and its power.
wind fairy tale
Mighty wind arise!
The little human, he saves himself!
across the fields,
You carry plants, dust and dirt.
Blossoms, leaves, small creatures blow,
In your playful, powerful greed,
to carry what is not fastened,
"Ha! Ha! Ha!” Hear how he laughs!
joy in moving what he can,
Does he scare almost everyone.
No water is safe, it rages in the sky,
The wind rides around on its white horse.
The white cloak flutters around,
In his high spirits he wants more!
The tornado tears powerfully,
Everything with itself, with a lot of fuss!
Nothing is protected in the world
If the wind pleases.
He rips house and yard up into the sky,
Do you see him? run!
Once he's played, he quickly grows bored
Leaves the shores of the human world.
To blow, to twirl, he returns,
Where he has his daily luck.
His castle stands at the edge of the known world
In the clouds that hold the heavens.
Boredom haunts him
Does he want to be adventurous
leaves his queen behind
His different, happy meaning of life.
He once won her from the night
Where she comes to life as a star.
Pretty as a picture, appeared to see
What he can do with the whirling and waving.
When he saw her, he was under her spell,
The emperor, the wind, the mighty man.
Long white hair like snow
Pale skin, eyes brown like a deer.
A mild summer wind blew at once,
Through the whole human kingdom.
His heart frozen by the ice queen
Was lost to the star.
This was the Ice Age last breath,
Do you feel the warm breeze too?
If there is a quarrel with his wife,
Then the clouds turn grey.
The air is getting cold, the snow is falling
So it will be winter in the world.
Does he become weak after the marital quarrel,
When spring comes, nature wakes up.
Thus the world hopes for unity from the wind,
The playful man, the big child.
