The fan is circling above me
With constant movements, as it revolves above me.
Above me it is circling
Above me it is making sounds, so annoying
That I feel like giving it a tight slap
However, slap it I can��t
For it��s my fan, since it is dear
As it helps me in giving air, cold and pleasant
Which freshens my soul
With a feeling that helps me relax, by revolving above me, like a shadow.