Delicate and calm I know
In the clear sky comes
the light of the Sun
Brief
It's a
thought, always one and the same
And it's so easy thus to prove
a torment so deep
which keeps us going round and round in constant doubt
-How many freedoms are given to us?
How many deep questions shall we stumble upon?
How many (of us) wander
with our hands tied
living in constant wondering at
entwined questions
losing this light
which hides itself behind
the
Delicate and peaceful clarity
hiding the light at its will
-Sweet and tranquil clarity
you conceal the light as you please
Delicate and calm I know
in the clarity of the Sun it comes ...
-How many deep questions
shall we stumble upon?
-How many (of us) wander around with our hands tied
forever wondering at
entwined questions
Losing the light concealed behind
the
Delicate and peaceful clarity
hiding the light at its will
-Sweet and tranquil clarity
You conceal the light at your whim