Tonight I will drink the moon
and I will get drunk and say
since you love someone else
throw a knife to cut me
And when the knife cuts me
having regreted, you will tell me
'take the moon's tear
to wash yourself from the blood'
And I will slice the moon
to pin it on your hair
and when we lie down, I will have
the sky in my armful
And when we wake up and go
again to the old haunts
think how beautiful you will look
with the moon on your hair