© Jun 1999 Flying Stone
1
Oh, I need to talk to You this night!
I know that it’s late, but please don’t say: No!
I will wait for You, nearby, in the grass,
in front of my tent. Thanks for saying: Yes!
Chorus
The frosty moon is painting our faces with its blue cold light.
The wind brings deep dark from behind far from the sea.
Sit and shiver, ask and think, no answer, some tears.
You ask: "How can You like what You don’t know?"
2
Tell me why You hurt my soul with words
spoken so fast that I guess they carry truth.
You say I should ignore those spikes and hits.
Hope You’ve realized that’s impossible for me.
3
Tell me what they mean, my songs, for You,
what it means when we fuse our voices and sing!
Say I don’t want no more, the wounds too deep.
Feel, my greatest wish is to continue our way.