My way is not that far
My path is not that black tar
My bicycle is deflated
But your heart is inflated
I go in peace and war the way I came
All I see and hear in my eye is a blank game
Your yellow pale face
Turning shifts like a phase
The crescent waits for me
The horizon sinks deep in the tree
Roses are now dried
Our wedding ring is now fried
Let me go my own way
Till I will forget this day!