| How many drops of dew around me
|
| I'm looking for the sun but it's not there
|
| The countryside still sleeps, maybe not
|
| She is awake, looking at me, I don't know
|
| Already the smell of the earth smells of wheat
|
| He climbs slowly towards me
|
| And the life in my chest beats slowly
|
| Breathe in the fog, I think of you
|
| How green all around and beyond
|
| The grass looks almost like a sea
|
| And light my thought flies and goes
|
| I'm almost afraid it will get lost
|
| A horse stretches its neck towards the meadow
|
| He stays still like me:
|
| I take a step, he sees me, he already is
|
| Escaped
|
| I breathe the fog, I think of you
|
| No, what I am now I don't know
|
| I am como, a man in search of himself
|
| No, what I am now I don't know
|
| I'm alone, just the sound of my step
|
| But meanwhile the sun is already filtering through the fog:
|
| The day as always will be
|
| How many drops of dew around me
|
| I'm looking for the sun but it's not there
|
| The countryside still sleeps, maybe not
|
| She's awake, looking at me, I don't know
|
| Already the smell of the earth smells of wheat
|
| He climbs slowly towards me
|
| And the life in my chest beats slowly
|
| Breathe in the fog, I think of you
|
| How green all around and beyond
|
| The grass looks almost like a sea
|
| And light my thought flies and goes
|
| I'm almost afraid it will get lost
|
| A horse stretches its neck towards the meadow
|
| Stay still like me:
|
| I take a step, he sees me, he already is
|
| Escaped
|
| I breathe the fog, I think of you
|
| No, what I am now I don't know
|
| I am como, a man in search of himself
|
| No, what I am now I don't know
|
| I'm alone, just the sound of my step
|
| But meanwhile the sun is already filtering through the fog:
|
| The day as always will be |