Well he was looking at the sky It was a sunday afternoon Playing his guitar, lying on a hill Remembering the beauty of the life The sunset came and all the clouds Were coloured as a rainbow And he felt like he let them go The memories, the worries of his mind So he started to look out of his world And showed the madness of his soul Then from his hands broke out the dawn And from his heart a little song, that sounds so. Ta ta ta ra ta ra ra ta ra ta A gentle wind swept by his head And brought some secret promises But no one knows what he really swore That afternoon on the hill A friend of mine who knew that man Told us he flew away Together with the promises Together with the dreaming breaths of the wind. So he started to look out of his world And showed the madness of his soul Then from his hands broke out the dawn And from his heart a little song, that sounds so. Ta ta ta ra ta ra ra ta ra ta