I looked out in the humid
Mysterious night
On the moon which had scattered
Its fading light.

The stars were twingling
In the night´s quiet fog,
Beaming.
In my brittle far away soul
I see it.

The silvery stars
Are coming to greet me
The black gown of the night
Is steaming.

To close my eyes
No I do not dare
I will lose that moment
Of my soul´s deep stare.