It isn't something I know about you, it is all the things I wish to know.
Meaning, purpose, and hopes, an interminable pursuit, that leaves me alone in my mountain woods, where I have dreamt so many dreams.
A year of this mysterious attraction, of stumbling along with your undulating flow,
A year of this mysterious attraction, of stumbling along with your undulating flow,
invisible like the brook in my valley deep, like the wind caressing the grassy slopes, I stand invisible right next to you.
Invisible, invisible, so invisible to you.
Invisible, invisible, so invisible to you.