Snövit nymåne kysser
pulserande marken
vacker röd ros
som tunna ballader
går sönder snart
snövit nymåne
kysser pulserande marken
white feathers had
their own songs
late nights its own smiles
the smoke of cigaretts its
own tears
jag måste ju ha skrivit
ditt namn någonstans
bland alla mina minnen

yes I did love
wait ....
I did ...