"There are giraffes running away out of my heart.
They are far away and look like lightning bolts
On the dark blue horizon.
Who would have thought just an hour ago
There was one which was pink,
And wanted to come up to me.
And she came.
And she was there on the dark blue horizon of my heart.
But I didn't believe her,
And said, no, you are too light, too bright, too unusual,
I'm sorry.
I grew up amid more somber landscapes,
Where being bright means danger,
Where words are quiet,
The colors whisper,
And the giraffes run away."