Every day
at noon...
Every night
at midnight...
The fountain
pours forth its heart...
We walk together
hand in hand...
There is an island
Not far from here found...
Voices
whispering...
In the dark blue midnight sky
the moon a silver dish...
Love is a curse
to break ones heart...
The wind
is like a friend...
I cannot find
any clothes to wear...
I am
myself...
I thought you were my best friend
together till the very end...