You make the sun shine
for you the hours compete...

Colors consume my
gardens and fields of being...

..Left me;
like an ashen cloud...

The one thing I am sure about,
on a day just like this one...

Write me like a poem
that the world will read...

Losing the ray between the sky and I,
it's fading away into powder, into soil and wind...

I'm half a legend, when I read me, through your...
and half a breeze when I'm called with your voice...

Each lightening up in his own part of the world,
trying to break the distance...

At morning she looked
much brighter than midnight...

Thank you for the flowers
you sowed in my spring backyard...

The sun goes down
with my strings...

I repeat wild songs to
link each railway...