The silver light of the moon sparkles in the dew on the window
On nights like that I remember your quiet footsteps

My long shadow stretches on the asphalt
I gaze at the footprints that are no longer there

In my room at night I put my ear to the floor and looked up at the sky
Suddenly I realize that you are there, a gentle warmth

Every day you walk behind me without making a sound
One night we gazed together at the moon beyond the window

Your eyes look beyond the glass at the yellow, round moon
I love that face of yours, on a night where you can't see the stars
A round, paper moon outlined in white

Every day you walk behind me without making a sound
I realize that your quiet footsteps have disappeared somewhere

Decaying and peeling, on a cold, snowy day
You're no longer there, there's just your short-lived mischief and painful wounds

Through the seasons I search for your black shadow
Though I know I won't find it in the distant sky

We can't meet again, we can't meet again

Every day you walk behind me without making a sound
One night we gazed together at the moon beyond the window

The silver light of the moon sparkles in the dew on the window
On night like that a white moon made of lies floats on the glass

Se não me amar,
minta para mim,
sustente-me com suas mentiras,
diga-me palavras que não são sinceras.
É possível ver o mundo desabando à minha frente, é possível ver você se preocupando apenas com o que é seu.
Se a vida me quer, eu também quero tê-la.