The oven glows before the first light

The street sleeps, but here awakens

I am the man with flour on my skin

The silence sings in the warm room

Dough becomes dreams in my hand

The city still distant like a quiet sound

I breathe bread and hope at once

Before sunrise the world belongs to me

Between crust and coffee I find peace

Every scent tells of a brand new day

Here in the light of the little bakery

A bread roll cracks, the morning nods

The door opens, a first smile

And everything feels just right

Before sunrise the world belongs to me

Between crust and coffee I find peace

Every scent tells of a brand new day

Here in the light of the little bakery

The sun rises, the city grows loud

But inside me the quiet morning stays