Wavering the moonlight comes, Caressing softly my/her starving skin so Lost it seems so pale and shining While no one is watching me Whithering my/her flesh under the Cold rays of the moon I´m feeling Lost while I/she roll/s up (and) close/s my/her eyes to be alone I can´t sleep while I´m watching the moon, She looks like a hag, old forlorn, But I envy her for the peace and the light - I won´t say but most that all love her I say it aloud: “I wish I was the moon, I don´t want to lose anymore” I wouldn´t panic from getting old And nothing could hurt me again What is it for, anyway? What am I waiting for? /What are you hoping for? The moon in a sudden gets bigger and bright, And I feel sucked up by the silvery light My skin starts to wrinkle, to bubble, to ooze, Then crumbles, drying to stone My cry goes unheard while I´m soaring up And I settle in a cold huge rocky lump Staring down from heavens to a pale smiling lass That is curling up in my sheets. She made a complete change to my life, why, o why couldn’t I... And she seems happy, but something´s amiss: She also looks up with a longing eye So now I know what loneliness means, And I know I can never go back I watch every night the girl in my bones, She enjoys what I never had