toss to the other side of your bed,
look out the window at the beautiful cloud,
no, not the one with a pearly lustre.
yes, that one with the silver streak
with a smile dancing at its lips,
that cloud's Magic Awaits You.
be like a bird
don't stay quietly on one tree,
nibbling at dead leaves.
embrace the whole sky,
its Magic Awaits You
be the fire in the forge,
become a living thing,
a lively and merciful spirit,
come out transformed as gold,
for Magic Awaits You.