It hovers in the clouds, a melody walking through the heart, on the wings of birds it flies, weaving invisible nets. Hidden in the soft tones of the wind, engraved in the little heart on a bench, the stars weave palaces for it, the heart will sadly cry for it. It's not just air when you sing to me, when you pour golden sunshine into my heart a melody of joy, small tender little things. Oh, listen, listen, earth, sea, a wonderful symphony is on the horizon a sound in the distance, an echo living forever in memory! It's not just a quiet breeze, it's not just a good sleep, it's a breath, alive and full of dreams! Feelings you sense without words. It's not just a warm ray that strokes my face, it's you, all of you, my love, my gift. Gentle touches, a tear of happiness wells for me it's raining — raining, pouring. It is also the bright sun that lights the day, when everything goes well, when a gentle breeze rustles in the leaves, when we, too, give in to it.
