Far out in Venice
The sky clouds million.
A man alone on the road
Daily distracted.
Far behind the clouds
It is the sun that warms.
So anxious to keep warm
In sorrow someone hope.
Far out in Venice,
Far Paris, Rome.
We only see
His own fate being.
Far behind the clouds is
The sun, which warms.
Far behind the clouds
Warms one's hopes.
Far somewhere Africa,
far Cuba, Crimea.
We are among our thoughts
neighbor action.
Far behind the clouds,
is the sun that warms.
Oceans away
warms one's hopes
