Where should I put what I've found?
On the streets, in books, in the night,
In the faces I've looked for you?
Where should I put what I've found?
In the dirt, in your name, in the Bible,
On the day when I've finally found you?
What should I tell death,
So many times by my side
That it has finally become my sister?
What should I tell the empty
glory of being alone, just pretending to be sad,
pretending to be like a wolf.
La la lai la la la lai ra larairairairaira
What should I tell the dogs
who followed me
On nights when I had no friends?
What should I tell the moon
Whom I thought to be a companion for nights on end
Without it truly being a companion?
What should I do with you now?
The doves who are going to sleep
In the parks no longer talk to me.
What should I do with you...
Now that you are the moon, the dogs,
the nights, all of my friends?