• Shafts of luna fall ashore
    Amid the babbling river
    Blue of night casts allure
    It's not the cold that makes me shiver

    And I look into that blue moon
    I see the truth and how I fare
    I see myself in that blue moon
    I see myself, sitting there.

    The river glistens, shattered light
    Only showing me my stare
    In the darkness, I still have sight
    Sight of the moon sitting there

    And I look into that blue moon
    The other one eclipsed
    It feels it doesn't shine, the moon
    It feels that it has slipped

    Suddenly out of bed I slip
    Fading away, so does that river
    I feel a tingling on my lips
    It's not the cold that makes me shiver