Night is coming to an end,
When moon slowly, slowly ascend;
And it breaks to pieces in stream!
In this dry land, so extreme.
Where the grass is mostly green!
Oh, this is where I live, such a scene!
I left all, but I found no friend.
I left my heart in old walls that had no end.
So I can stay alone, try to stay sane,
And think of you, only you, again and again!
Now sun is coming out in rain, it is day,
I hear the cars on street and highway!
And I think of you, so far from moon!
Maybe I can return to you soon!! …