I don't know which stars these are
nor do I know what the moon bleeds
at the edge of its scythe
I sense that after the night
the longest night will come
I want you not to leave me
The children we didn't have
hide in the sewers
they eat the last flowers
that the day that's approaching
comes with overdue hunger
I sense that after the night
the longest night will come
I want you not to leave me
Thousands of silent vultures
keep spreading their wings
Doesn't it tear you apart, my love
I sense that after the night
the longest night will come
I want you not to leave me