GRIZABELLA:

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan



Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters

And soon it will be morning



Memory--All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again