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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, looking at me, I don't know.
/>Already the smell of the earth, the smell of wheat
slowly rises towards me,
and the life in my chest beats slowly,
I breathe the fog, I think of you.
How green all around, and even further away
the grass almost seems like a sea,
and lightly my thoughts fly and go
I'm almost afraid that it will get lost...
A horse stretches its neck towards the meadow
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, only the sound of my step.
And meanwhile the sun is already filtering through the fog.
The day will be as it always will be.