Night painted oniric black Naked trees raise their nude limbs To the crying leaden sky During the saddest song of the wind
The soft water veil falls Over our heads like a living mantle But there are no clouds above Just the fullmoon's white candle
The ocean and the sky are one Two mirrors sprinkled with stars We gaze in silence into This autumnal reverie of gloom We gaze into the fire Of the liquid pale Moon
The wind howls and spins the world I look into your eyes and let the dark Drag us away from this dreamt land Of night painted oniric black