Sun Paroles

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
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