I asked the moon
and the sun didn't know about it.
I showed her my burns,
and the moon made fun of me.
And since the sky didn't look so good
and I wasn't healing,
I said to myself, 'How unfortunate',
and the moon made fun of me.
I asked the moon
if you still wanted me.
She said, 'I'm not in the habit
of occupying myself with things like that'.
And you and me
we were sure
we said to ourselves sometimes
that it was just an adventure
and it wouldn't last.
I don't have any big things to tell you
or any big things to make you laugh
because I always imagine the worst
and the best makes me suffer.
I asked the moon
if you still wanted me.
She said, 'I'm not in the habit
of occupying myself with things like that'.
And you and me
we were sure
we told ourselves sometimes
that it was just an adventure
and that it wouldn't last.