(Trnqvist)



This starry bright night when I'm doing my usual stroll

I guess all I'll get from this childish game is a cold

But your window's still lit up, I'll wait here and see

if I might catch a glimpse of that shadow that keeps haunting me



The moon's big and bright and he's quietly watching the scene

of the girl with her heart in her hands and he knows what it means:

That it's springtime again, and the foolish are thriving

this is no time for reason, and probably no time for love



Give me no answer, give me no truth

Just give that the light won't go out

And I'll be quite content, and indulge in the scent

from the lilacs, who kindly are telling me not to despair



solo



Give me no answer...



This starry bright night when I realize it's time to go home...