Where the moon is the only source of light
What does this love means - unbearable torment again and again.
Horizons are gone and emptiness left - I'm alone.
Can it be so? Is solitude all I deserve?
And yesterday bleeds.
Feelings are not by my side,
Emotions take over my mind.
I fear that I'm loosing control
Cannot see the end of it all.
My yesterday bleeds.
The moon climbs high,
I gaze at the sky mesmerized...
Clandestine signs are now realised!
So beautiful she was dressed in all bridal white
With her eyes made of skies and her lips touched by frost.
Echoes carried her words but her voice sounded strange
As if brought through the ages by the river's fast flow:
"In the waters of river where you saw me just once
You should seek sweet oblivion. Don't you lose such a chance!"
And all that remains is the stars from above
That revel and laugh at this sorrowful love.
When the moon is high I resist her call no more.
Oh, its silver shine lightens path to fatal shore.
Lightens path for me to go... I have lost myself!
In darkest despair forsaken I stand and alone.
Calm murmur of river fulfilled with seduction enchants my soul.
Release me - I scream - unanswered and useless appeal.
Nothing can help me to overcome ruinous will.
And yesterday bleeds.
Feelings are not by my side,
Emotions take over my mind.
For freedom I sought and I failed.
Cheerless is the end of this tale.
My yesterday bleeds.
There where the moon is the only source of light
I will find my peace!
Her likeness is in the water... still.
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