Ballerina in white
Gentle hands, strong feet
You spin and spin and spin
around yourself
like the world
for it is yours
when you spin

You tiptoe and rise above
The earth looks small
under your feet
You fly
after your dreams
You spin and spin and spin
to your freedom
Endless well of joy spreads around
from your porcelain fingers
on to the stage of illusions
Your smile, your cry
your tears and laughter 
caress the musical notes
for they are yours
they are you
You spin and fly
after your dreams

One day you drop
What happened?
The world is too serious for your dreams
Did you believe you could 
spin around forever?
Life is a serious matter
You cannot rise above
by tiptoeing 
you sit down on a chair instead
in a classroom
and read your books
you grow up
you get titles
they are not called ballerina

Ballerina in white
strong feet you have
to run away
Fly to your dreams
Now
before it is too late
The stage of illusions
is your tears and laughter
your freedom
Spin and spin and spin
around yourself
like the world
for it is yours