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  No water to clean his wounds  I don't even feel a breeze  That helps me breathing  During this cold night