You can see them from the railings on the hill, hill, hill, horses and shadows of horses laden with sunflowers...

In the shadows, their eyes
mist over with immense night.
In the bends of the air
the salty dawn crackles.

A sky of white horses
closes its quicksilver eyes
giving the quiet penumbra
a finale of hearts.
And the water turns cold
so no-one may touch it.
Wild and uncovered water
on the hill, hill, hill.