In my silent night ... I weave for the far lover ... Letters of longing ... Maybe I will forget the sorrow ... Of my heart after her ... Maybe I will find To escape a way ... From the maze of feelings ... And that's why I ... Silently. .. I weave and write ... My poems... Silently with my pen ... May it fly for my beloved ...
And here I am now ... At the beginning of the morning ... I'm weaving with my pen ... My thoughts ... Whose entire focus ... On you ... To draw you now ... In my cup of coffee ...