The sun rays tore the silence of the dawn
Dew falls to the ground
My traveling carriage passes
And as the wheels touch the details of the road
They splash on the pavement lost water drops
Traveling water drops
Carried by sound of the successive wheels
To what left of the short time
To a small place
To an empty land
And I am staying here moving my sad chair
Waiting for the whispers of the coming steps
If you see me, you would think I am here although I have reached the edge of time
