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
She's awake, she's looking at me, I don't know
The smell of the earth, smell of wheat
It rises slowly towards me
And life beats slowly in my chest
I breathe the fog, I think of you
How green all around, and even further away
It almost seems like a sea of u200bu200bgrass
And lightly my thoughts fly and go
I'm almost afraid that it will get lost
A horse stretches its neck towards the meadow
It remains still like me
I take a step and he sees me, already escaped
I breathe the fog, I think of you
No, what I am now I don't know
I am a man in search of himself
No, what I am now I don't know
I am just the sound of my step
And meanwhile the sun filters through the fog
The day will be as always
I'm looking for the sun but it's not there
But it's not there
I'm looking for the sun but it's not there