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I couldn't sleep all night for the for the sound that came
The sound of footsteps on the forest path
I bounced up from my bed and looked through the window
And there came the smell of fresh forest earth
But I sow no one in the lonely meadow
Where the thick grown grass quench their thirst
From the motherly lake who is never tired
She flows with the breeze and kisses the crust
There was some thing about the woods that they pretended
But no one there and the sound never ended

Up comes the sun with the news of the day
But I haven't got a moment's sleep
That sound of footsteps had come all the night
As the stars had disappeared and the daylight creeps
I opened the door and stepped outside
Closer to the nature who changes all the time
Through the path and into the woods
In the darkest morning with its earliest sight
I went deeper and deeper; left and right
In search of the one whose footsteps I heard
Suddenly I sow a footstep on grass
Drawn as if it belongs to them

Than I understood who she is
She is the one who is nature herself
I looked at the clouds and saw her eyes
And felt her lips where the rosy sun rises
I felt her call deep into my heart
I ran and ran on the damp forest earth
Then I found her fingerprints drawn on a tree
On the softest mosses that shakes with the breeze
As I went deeper and deeper I found out
Somebody had gone through the wild grasses
They’re shaking with the scent of wild flowers (she has kept)
And the scent is coming from every place she has stepped

Suddenly I felt a motion in my right
And saw the bushes that were still shaking
I ran past them towards their motion
Is this the truth or just a fiction?
My heart is telling me that I shall find out
I'm going, I'm going, I'm still going deeper
I'm hearing, I'm hearing, I'm hearing her call
Where I heard the sound of a water fall
Then I saw the girl who is sitting with the flowers
And put out her green eyes, so clean, so bright
I stood spellbound to see the beauty she holds
But then she startled and went out of sight

Never and never and never will she come  
To the world of ours, to the brick build culture
I cannot tell more even if you insist
She'd live in her home as long as it exists
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