Standing on field, looking into the sun,
Til my eyes burn and tears stream down my face.
I hear you whisper in the singing of the birds.
But they don´t even notice me.

My thoughts are rumbling like a river ,
Flowing into a deep lake of words.
But just a fraction vapours to reach your clouds.
So I´m not sure you are aware of my longing.

I see your silhouette in the blue flowers on a grey day,
That are dancing through the rainstorm in the...