The fields of Poland don’t illuminate anymore

I miss the fields of Italy

For something that I lived

For something that I lived

 

The fields of Poland amaze me

The German fields pleased me much more

For something that I didn’t live

For something that I didn’t live

 

The American fields made me very happy already

The Japanese fields stay untouched

Everything is far away

Everything is far away

 

Don’t let that everything loses itself

With the devastating wind

Don’t let that the rain ends

Of taking what is left

Of us

Of us