Do you see the clouds above us?
They're dancing with the half moon.
Do you see the small red animal,
that lives in the black bushes?
The old fence is long rotted,
the forest embraces the garden,
Do you see my hair? It is already gray
from waiting, oh, from waiting.
On my tongue lies a stone,
and grasses prick deep into my skin,
The night watches us with a thousand eyes,
Come sleep with me before the morning comes.
Here in the shadow of your body
I curl up to rest,
As soon as the white comes into the year's hair
then I must leave, black and silent.
On my tongue lies a stone,
and grasses prick deep into my skin,
The night watches us with a thousand eyes,
Come sleep with me before the morning comes.