In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition In the pink sun, in the pink sun All the flowers are naked In the wild field I run As a wacky landscape In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition In the pink sun, on my way My thoughts just fly away It's the precious moment I touch When I don't rave so much I'm naked too, it's gorgeous The wind blows in my hair Nature is ingenuous And I'm without a care In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition But I see, yes I see On your face, so gently When the smile surprises you How lovely you are, too Only a bee on my head Fusses, misunderstands "Hey, I'm just a weird poet, I'm not a flower yet." In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition In the pink sun, in the pink sun In the wild field I run In the pink sun, in the pink sun Without dreams and ambition