Have you ever looked at my dream

to be happy and to live just

like a Moon Queen

In our sweet home where

we could have dashed sorrows and joy

and some beautiful star

To repay with straw

Where the raimbow falls on the snow

and true waves sail to space

chained around by soft windy clouds

Falling on the snow

I've found out I am growing old

hoping to have you instead of this straw

and I wish I could hear

a soft crash into fear

(I'm) sending the flowers

to the brakets of years

'cause you are not a man

not a man, windy soul

'cause you are not a man with a soul

You are not at all