The Stars are so gloomy; the night is so lost,
No sight of their moon, but only the frost.

I hold my breath, for a minute and half,
They are so akin to me, the thought made me laugh.

As the stars are none, but me, the night is my life,
The moon is only you my sweetheart, Please don’t
kill me with that knife.

Not that you don’t love me, And I know that for sure,
But the more we stay apart, even more for you, I lure.

Sweetheart promise me one thing, with hand on your heart,
You will always remain with me, and not even death can take us apart.