How many drops of dew around me
I'm looking for the sun but it's not there
The countryside is still sleeping, maybe not
It's awake, it's looking at me, I don't know
/>Already the smell of the earth smells of wheat
It rises slowly towards me
And life beats slowly in my chest
Breathe the fog, I think of you
How green all around and even further away
It almost seems like a mere grass
And lightly my thoughts fly and go
I'm almost afraid that it will get lost
A horse he stretches his neck towards the lawn
Stands still like me
I take a step, he sees me, he has already fled
I breathe the fog, I think of you
No , what I am now I don't know
I am a man, a man in search of himself
No, what I am now I don't know
I am alone, just the sound of my step
But meanwhile the sun is already filtering through the fog
The day as always will be
Clear air of a September that seems endless
Air already cold, water already   cold
Around unrepeatable colours, and silences
And fallen leaves, and fallen leaves
And gray clouds in the back
And my shivering
I have a jacket close to my chest
/>A taste of grapes
And sticky fingers, and the day
How are you beautiful
As always powerful
As always

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