Sun Songtext
The sun was still warm although she wasn't lightening anymore

it was turning off and from her body of fire escaped a spark



still we could see the great pines flowers fading

the breeze was soft as the silver brook was running under my feet
i fell asleep



then the morning sun slowly warms and gilds the wet corn

and the azure sky has kept all the freshness of the night



we follow a blurred path along the river with yellow grass

the air is sharp reflections of flying birds in the water

that's all



but the thoughtful poet loves this landscape which softness
cherished his dream and rocked his memory



of a young woman a white and singing appearance

the one he finally found the one his soul always

cried and claimed