Moon
MoonShining high on this streetLookThe cruel agony of loveYou, watching over the night, are you listeningHere, to this earth singing a song?
A boy cries bitterlyTo one girl aloneDoes That unhappy boy offer his whole life
MoonGrowing dim, are you listeningTo his cry now spreading and moving to tears?
Quasimodo’s moaning loudAre you listening now to his sad song?You, shining on this streetMoon
PleaseLay a touch of consolation on his soul now
MoonWatching over the pen of the poet with your lightBeholdThe agony of loveLoveLove