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