Everything is going
in its burning on flame,
like the string is glowing
never quite the same.
...
Never alone my heart
you always go on and on,
in morning of fresh start
until the day is gone.
...
When day becomes a night
and dreams begun to fall,
where a heart is for a blight
in beats of each its new call.
...
Oh the day is going by
into the night of darkish glowing,
where stars shine bright in sky
and the moon is in clouds going.
...