I had been long waiting to get into this one. I was inspired by the tale of “Sa flor Romanial” (The Romanian Flower) here’s a fragment of the song based on this tale:

Bernadet whistles, an eagle appears
Ready to do whatever he wants
He had taken her from the bottom of a cage
He loved seeing her fly even more

-Ride on my back and take my wings
The mists rose, they jumped the sea
In the middle of the waves, wild and blue
Lost and wild, a cliff rose

Inside a crack, open in the rock
The lucky flower hides from the sun
The hand doesn’t reach it, oh, it almost touches it
If his fingers grew, he would take her on the fly