The moon is only one
Our troubles are thousand
Don't ask what our situation is
Only one in the worlds
The moon is one, let it be so
We are mad, let it be so
Don't ask what our situation is
Only one in the worlds
Am I flour in the mill?
Am I moss in the sea?
Now that the god created me
Am I the servant of you?
We said it is wrong and we became bad
You wanted and we became nightingale
Never ask then how it happened
We became ashes without burning