Moon breaking
Over the dusk of my solitude
Where are you going?
Tell me, are you going on your rounds tonight
Just like she did;
Whom are you with?
Tell her that I love her, tell her that I'm dying
From so much awaiting
I want her back now!
Such rounds are no good,
They do harm, they bring pain
They end in tears
Moon breaking
Over the dusk of my solitude
Where are you going?
Tell me, are you going on your rounds tonight
Just like she did;
Whom are you with?
Tell her that I love her, tell her that I'm dying
From so much awaiting
I want her back now!
Such rounds are no good,
They do harm, they bring pain
They end in tears