Sometimes in sleep I find a song that I forgot by day
Sometimes then I find a place pleasing where I sat without a second thought
Sometimes I understand too late the word that seemed to me too soft
Sometimes I understand this year when no forests are in bloom anymore
Why? Why? do we first see some things so late?
Don't we have eyes and minds, to understand this world?
Sometimes I understand too late the word that seemed to me too soft
Sometimes I understand this year when no forests are in bloom anymore