I told you at dusk
About the day I passed
Along the sun and even the rain
And I put my story together

But sometimes I tell you at night
In fact, the moon and stars are also chatting
Yes, if the day does not rain
They dare to meet me

I try to understand their language
The same thing that they do
But I admit they are good listeners

I'm still standing by the window
Understand gestures and wait for their answers
For the question I am asking about someone
And entrusted them a secret message for him