It may seem the days are dark and blurry
For the lively sun sleeps
Time goes by drawing sheets of boring moments
Faces portray gloom, the firmaments make it even worse
Even the little rabbits, birds and butterflies that glide
About the wonderful landscape hid from the valleys
Sweet flowery scents are stifled in the cold winds
And maybe the environment is very sick
By the hillside, a group of travelers make camp
Their caravans including patches of white in the scenario
Different colors of triangles, of cotton materials pin
To the ground, but the pretty colors will not shine forth
Deep inside the village, the farmers file their gadgets
In their minds and perhaps among their crops in the field
It was a cold day, one without any joy, a lost one
So, within and without, all stay to wait for the sun
