Sihaya

Clear Sky

With a silver moon

I’ll be lying softly

In this tomb

I won’t get up until I greet the day

Please understand

I forget your pain

Will not be forced to

Stand again

But somehow I will try

Sihaya

I break my back

Lose my fame

This vicious circles turning refrain

I whistle to the sky

We are laying now

In dew washed fields

Wait, the secret

It will be revealed

No, away it flies

Higher

Standing now

In my “paradise to come”

Here beneath the rising sun

I feel the tears you cry

Sihaya

Your naked flesh reflects the moonlight

Your soft sighs

Warm breath on winter’s nights

Softly now dew drenched fields

What hidden secret will be revealed?

To catch a Butterfly