how short it seems
this time which goes endless
from that first rendez-vous
where i met the Unknown
up to now i am seeing you and me
in the shades of nothingness

the beginning of a funny business,
the three selves, there were you, me,
our charming hearts in the middle of the spotlight
and heads of jealous angels
and machiavelic devils around
here behind the moon,

my troy and me in a new quest
overlapping northeast
and fishing from the banks
of the Seine River pitching
to the mouth of the Moselle River,

like these soft thoughts
which watch themselves closely
in the corner of their melancholy eyes
tonight on duty as soon as the night
sets us free to show evidence of love
when its darkness tells about my breed
such a lighthouse in the harbour of loneliness
once the anchors were missing,

come back cherry blum,
bloom darling, bloom,
i am begging the wind
but there is no port listening
turn back on time
in rest i am losing my mind
watch my brains run away
when i sleep a shaft of light
surround that blessing May.