My quill refuses to write there is no more ink in my heart
I watch the last summer birds fly away
We have no words to say to each other
Please do not tear the night sky

The gentle moon lays offered like a parchment
Pierrot the clown had a sad face; the candle is no more
Another promise walking further away
Please do no tear the night sky

my words refuses to be moved from their place
in the sun, they felt the sand under their feet of lead
They still whisper some beautiful dreams in my ear
Please do do not tear the night sky.

Give me time to be swallowed by nature
Let me make sense of the end in my hand
of one blue sky, which they said, was limitless
Please do not tear the night away

Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-2000