The sea will no longer
shine with her deep blue.
Someone stole it from her
and that someone is you.
It is you who has stolen
the waves from her breast
and have hidden them then
inside your mysterious eyes.
Outside, over the streets,
and more than ever before,
the sky’s tears are cleaning
the dirty and darkened floor.
The black nigh has arrived.
The trees cannot yet hold
those millions of dead leaves
and just let them fall down.
Stars are quite slowly
losing their clear light.
The Moon looks at me now
and pales on her bed and cries.
The worl is going mad tonight
because your heart forgot mine
and I feel just sick and cold…
and suffer as I never did before.
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