It's not to know
The time it is in Peking
Nor to learn if she is
Or not with someone
It's not to spy
A hotel room
Whomever referred to me as
A property of hers
All the nights
All my life...
What I need,
It's the tears on my cheeks
What I need,
Is her breath on my neck
What I need,
it's when she'd tell me "us"...
No bank
Will reimburse this jewelry
I am in need
Even to the point of going mad over it
What haunts me,
Is seeing her nailed
The acrobat [1]...
I don't imagine,
where she lives or where she sleeps
If she walks the same path as
Ancient beggars of gold
I don't wish to know
if she is somber and proud
As are most
in passing the frontier...
All the nights,
All my life...