Slender Threads Testo

and the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely.
Out here, life is at its essence,
and watches the world with innocent eyes;
far from grime, far from rushing people
it seems that I have found a tiny peace.
On the blue backdrop of the unknown
water droplets trace their paths;
on the sky, mortals hang on metal -
but who is to know how long either will last?
The lovely white clouds glide
across the sky and into my dreams...
I feel as though I had died some time ago:
now I'll wander with the clouds through eternal space.