Long, long time ago, I knew a kingdom   Where everything was made of glass   The palace, their dreams, their hearts   But the most amazing thing was a nightingale   Small and unimposing   She lived down by the river   Her voice was beguiling   The king heard of her wonderful voice   And invited the nightingale to sing in the palace   She sang, the king was moved to tears   So he wanted her to stay and built a splendid cage for her   The cage was made of glass   The little bird sang and sang   But humans couldn`t get enough   Her voice got weaker with each day   Sad were her songs   They reminded her of freedom   And the wind she felt through her wings   In her dreams she was down by the river   In her dreams she was free   Her songs, laments of a better life   In time humans grew weary of her   She was forsaken   A relic of past times, awaiting the last breath   When dreams were made of glass   One day a child was standing in front of the cage   And touched her gently   The girl was pale and never before spoke a word   The girl opened the cage   But the nightingale was to weak to move her wings   The child gentle took the bird and brought her to the river   For one last time the nightingale saw the sun again   Then she closed her eyes   But when she died, a part became one with this child   The girl broke her silence   And sang beautiful songs   It seemed that the nightingale was singing through the child   From then on the child also knew of pain and sorrow   And sometimes her small heart   Which was made of glass   Was aching   Years later the girl became a woman   She fell in love and sang of joy and happiness   But one day their love ended and her heart   Which was made of glass   Broke