Half of my sky is sun
and I'm on the run
always
in the dream
of catching him!

*Why follow me o cloud
blow the storm rough
before breaks your dark shroud
I have to reach the other half.

I can see on the mountain peak
hope's flame is still not ember
love her eyes still speak
loving my blood remembers.

O cloud my purpose here is undone
am yet to reach the mountain peak
hold your veil and let me run
to where love her eyes still speak.