Night without a moon—
night without love.
Hope now—none—
just a chill in my heart.
No, I don't want to awaken you again, no—
I don't want to beg you anymore, no—
by suffering perhaps I can heal.
There is just a bit of jealousy, of melancholy—
in a sad moonless night—
a night without your love any longer.
No, I don't want to wake you up, no—
I don't want to beg you anymore, no—
by suffering perhaps I can heal.
There is just a bit of jealousy, of melancholy—
in a sad moonless night—
a night without your love any longer—
without your love—
without your love—
without your love.