I don't know what to say,
it is clear as the day,
A night full of passion,
But remians old fashion.

Shining knight,
Such a beautifull sight,
Your cries for me,
So I can become and be.

Wanted, wanting, willing,
But still I remain crying,
To be taken away,
Run into the retiring day.

Delicate as the flower,
Yet shinig as the sun,
Don't let me hear your gun,
Because, I will lay in emptyness for ever.