When the heat of summer goes
Starry day
Will leave no more
Without the man of the moon
We will rest
In it
Again

But in sleep,
And in dreams
We can’t see your voice.
And in sleep,
But in dreams
We shall speak again.

If the desserts and hills rise,
And I leave to the start of nights,
In the light we hear her sounds
Beckoning me away

I will leave there

And leave again