Moon is hidden behind cloud
just like she is covered in veil...

You and I
standing under the gate of Taj Mahal...

I lay on your arms
my head on your lap...

Back against the back
five big steps...

Look at my hands
they are covered with blood...

Down on your knees
hands on your head...

Did he fall
did he crawl...

I was looking for you
all the wrong places...

From ashes to ashes
from soul to soul...

From the tears we cried
grew up dandelions on ground...

When the tears are
pouring down my face...

Two little fingers
playing little game...