On nights like this,
I remember you.
Right after midnight,
on a full-moon night,
when I’m allowed to walk out …
Nights like these
Used to be our nights.
I limp to the oak tree
and sit down to breathe some air.
Ten years ago,
I sat under this tree,
and you were there.
Everything has changed
and you might have
Forgotten my name by now …
But I remember it as if
I was still alive yesterday.
Ten years ago,
Three in the morning
And I was wide awake
Sitting under the full moon
with you …
The oak tree above us
Was whispering slow
Like the unspoken wishes
Of the dead
Lying in their graves
In the cemetery
Spreading at the foot of the hill
On which our oak tree grows …
And you held my hand
Tightly in yours,
And you said, “I’m with you,
Forever.”

Well, here I am now
all alone
you must be sound and safe
sleeping at home.
Forever hasn’t ended yet,
so why are you gone?
I might be unable
To take care of you now
It’s out of my reach
To be by your side, again,
To make you smile …
But why don’t you visit me
Just once in a while?
I’m a wandering soul
Aims, I have none.
But the memory of you,
why hasn’t it gone?
Now the sun is rising
and the darkness disappears …
I must go back to sleep
to lie in my grave
in the cemetery
Spreading at the foot of the hill
on which our oak tree grows …
Until the next full-moon,
When I wake up
to remember you.