Lately I've walked so lonely,
That on my mind I can't find anymore,
Anything that could please me.
I feel the happiness
Futher and futher away,
Magical yesterday's dreams
Are getting old.
I simply wanted from life,
A place for a seed:
To be planted and to be harvested.
With a little white house in the mountains,
And [being able] leaning out the window
To see the sun raise.
Sometimes I go down to the city,
But I'm not capable of
Finding one single friend
Among so many hearts
So many sad faces
So many serious faces
Each one with its own mystery
Each one with its own illusion
I simply wanted from life,
A place for a seed:
To be planted and to be harvested.
With a little white house in the mountains,
And [being able] leaning out the window
To see the sun raise.
I simply wanted from life,
A place for a seed:
To be planted and to be harvested.
With a little white house in the mountains,
And [being able] leaning out the window
To see the sun raise.