She walks in beauty like the night,
And I could give her every right
By simple glance into her eyes
To show me angel's sacred light
And other sweet'n'bitter lies.
If only she could turn around –
How many promises I'd give her:
Full of despair, so quiet and loud,
And soft, and fearful and deceitful.
I'd gladly take her in my hands
And fly to where summer never ends,
With one embrace forbidden by the stars
I'd wash away her aching wounds and scars
And when those shining stars allign
I'd ask her: Be my bride.
She walks in beauty like the night,
So cold, so powerful and right;
My happiness I've never found,
A guiding light in tunnel dark,
My only love, my gorgeous spark...
If only she could turn around...