Waiting for the winds to change the currents in its way,
Flying past the plains of clouds that smiled at its sway.
Oh! The child with the twine, fly it past the cosmic gateway.
Praying for those mean dark clouds to clear the skies,
Convincing babies to believe that it’s a bird that flies,
Oh! The child with the twine, launch those collaged kites.
Flying stars with its thread are those dark gray clouds,
Suspended beyond the nebulae and emerging from ruby shroud,
Oh! The child with the twine, see them race for the abode.
Twirling the manja to breach our enemy’s defense,
Cutting the threads of aggressors with magical offense,
Oh! The child with the twine, see your kite clear the sky’s fence.
Deafening silence was your friend when your kite was felled,
Gusts carried it to the badlands where you have never delved,
Oh! The child with the twine, don’t you cry for being beguiled.
But what will you do when the wind stops blowing,
When your empire on the skies starts vanishing?
Oh! The child with the twine, where is it flying?
Tasting this loss makes you know when the current is right,
Falling down paves a way to gain the force to get up and fight,
Oh! The child with the twine, sun is never hindered by the night.
