through these nights
I hear
the queen’s eye call –
but the queen sleeps
among palm-winds –
it is only
her eye, which calls –
the queen no longer
needs me –
it is I, who need
her –
– – – |
easy to find the southern moon –
but I have destroyed my loving –
it can no longer be trusted –
but I will send my seagull
like a white line
the one, which is left –
and hope everything –
for
through this night
I hear
the queen’s eye call –
– – –
for the queen doesn’t call –
it is I, who need
her –