I'm walking over the plains
Alone with my sorrow
I want to bury it where you lie
My imprisoned sun, caught in stone
Now my friend the moon
Covers the earth with hies green coat
I can only see one side of you
Where is the other one?
Every time I run around this rock
I realise that you're only an image
A painting with a false gleam
My imprisoned sun, caught in stone
I asked the one who sits next to you
But he's got no mouth, only an eye
That is staring on me hopefully
I thinks this man, he is crying blood
No other man around, no tree, no bush