Walking some days br the light of the plains shines. br A fresh wind blows over the green wheat br and the greyhounds come running to me, br riding on my bike br A lonely and happy boy. br br There are days when time flies back. br My bike does not move forward any more br and the greyhounds look at me in the distance. br They don´t get close to see me coming back. br I am not alone any more br and the mountains hide the light of the plains.