Soothe me Moon. Moon, soothe me—I need your light. Give me a drink—whatever you wish, but give it to me, I’m the forgotten liaison in the home of another’s love. I’ve lost my connection with a world no longer there. Rain in the North, in the South white whiteness. Not a day beneath me, while above me there’s glass; I’m walking along the ice of the last river, Both banks equally distant. I don’t remember how to sing; not a single word left. I know you, Moon; I know your ships. With you it’s easy, with you no need to touch the earth... All that I knew, all that I wanted, Is a crumpled cocoon after the moth flew away. Those who know what I’m about are forever alone.