Sweet lover,
Don't ask me where i am going
and where do these roads take me
where can the starlights go if not into the night
following its lonely path.

Watch, sweet lover,
watch the night swallow me
How can this lamp find its light
when vitality slips away
like a ship leaving in the fog.

Look, Honey haired angel,
Look,
How can my day stand straight
if i can't see your smile.
the morning i've been searching for
is rising in your eyes.