The day has already turned around here
And I'm waiting all alone in the bosom of the pitch-black night
I see it
I hear it
(I know that) One day the tropic will come
I know it
I'm all alone in the bosom of the pitch-black night
Somewhere in the distance the sun is rising
I see it
The tropic
I'm all alone on a branch of a dry tree
Somewhere in the distance, something takes root
I know it
tropic
There is Neither a sound nor a breath on my chapped lip
Somewhere in the distance, folk songs are sung
I hear it
The tropic
I'm all alone in the bosom of the pitch-black night
Somewhere in the distance the sun is rising
I see it
The tropic
I'm all alone on a branch of a dry tree
Somewhere in the distance, something takes root
I know it
The tropic
There is Neither a sound nor a breath on my chapped lip
Somewhere in the distance, folk songs are sung
I hear it
The tropic
I hear it
I know it
I see it
The tropic
Rotating, rotating in your twilight
I know that one day the tropic will come