Albinoni Adagio in G minor - The angel from Valley Sollitude

One day
the angel came
and with his eyes
he burnt my house in Valley Solitude.
The house i built
during my early years
to hide me from strangers
and from the eyes of the strangers.

A complete year
I had to live outdoor,
in the wild forest,
exposed to the cold,
to the wind and the beasts
that feed from the flesh,
with no haven, no refuge.
The nights were long
and the ice damaged my wings.

The angel then dissapeared
and left behind only darkness
in Valley Solitude.
In the mid of the spring
there was no sun
and all the trees died
and the birds stopped singing.

I built my house again,
or may be I dreamed I had:
the angel came again
and blew three words,
three simple words,
-may be from God-
"You forgot me"
he said,
and my house burnt again.