A song in the wind
A song in the clouds
A song in time
A song in the sky
Sleeping passives
Immobile beings
Hearing a sound
Of infinite song
Leaves that are already inert
They rest and fly
Counting the sorrows
Of a hidden sun
Leaves that are already inert
They rest and fly
Feeling the footprints
Of a fragile sigh
Wind and sweet sorrow
Of fog and sigh
Noble voice of heaven
Of time and of relief
A cry from the earth
Voice in the mountain
Song that lulls you
To a hidden sun
The wind will whisper soon
A gentle song of bliss
And time will soon return
The shades of missing green
I sing to the sun that hides
Behind the mountains
In the cold of this North
Without my South and its nights
I sing to the passage of the river
With its defeated face
And to that light that appears
Giving drops of relief< br/>

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