Clouds, clouds,
Who can tell me where
You always strive,
Clouds...
Why is there so much sadness
From you, clouds,
Sometimes penetrating
Into me?
You rush so desperately
Into the darkness, into nowhere,
Watching everything
From above.
I will follow you,
My clouds,
I will fly away, I will float away
Forever...
Clouds
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