All around me, the sky with its deep shade of dark.
The stars.The moon with its shrunken soul.
Can I become what I want to become?Neither wife or mother.
I am noone and nobody is my lover.I am afraid
that when I go mad,
my father will bow his downy head
into his silver wings and weep.My daughter, O my daughter.
The stars.The moon with its shrunken soul.
Can I become what I want to become?Neither wife or mother.
I am noone and nobody is my lover.I am afraid
that when I go mad,
my father will bow his downy head
into his silver wings and weep.My daughter, O my daughter.
