But you, pale moon, why
are you so sad—what is it?
Why don't you shine for me?
From up there, you can see in my heart
the disappointment of love—
that is my great torment.
You know what kisses she could give me,
and you too cannot forget.
Perhaps you feel the melancholy—
perhaps you know that she never returns?
But you, pale moon, why
are you so sad—what is it?
Do you want to suffer with me?
You know what kisses she could give me,
and you too cannot forget.
Perhaps you feel the melancholy—
perhaps you know that she never returns?
But you, pale moon, why
are you so sad—what is it?
Do you want to suffer with me?