I asked the moon
And the sun doesn't know it
I showed him my burns
And the moon laughed at me
And as the sky did not look good
And I was not healing
I said to myself what misfortune
And the moon made fun of me
I asked the moon
If you still wanted me
She told me I'm not used to it
To take care of cases like this § that
And you and me
We were so sure
And we told each other a few times
That it was just an adventure and that wouldn't last
Chorus:
I don't have much to say to you,
I don't have much to make you laugh
Because I always imagine the worst
br/>And the best makes me suffer