The world looks up to my window
with tired eyes very dusty and shy.
I am here up on my cloud.
I see you come but you go past.
But now no longer does it hurt,
No, now no longer does it hurt.
And all remains quiet
and no storm comes on
when I see you.
It is over, bye, bye.
Junimond. It is over,
It is over, bye, bye.
For two thousand hours I have waited.
I have counted them all and cursed.
I have drank, smoked and prayed,
(I) have searched for you everywhere
Literally - You have upstream– and downstream searched.