A lot of sorrow brings the night on earth. Misterious fogs shuffle on lakes. I open my eyes to the fresh breeze , the wood hushes and pulls the moon up- round, white and golden, I run around and the wide moon is driving me crazy again!
All people sleep the night on earth, while I'm staring for so long at my beloved and white moon. I follow the moonbeams, worried and lonely, an almost smiling wolf. The moon dances around and gets mad, moon rivers are surrounding me, I run around shouting, because the wide moon is driving me crazy again! The wide moon is burning me!