No one can describe the picture
Against his window pane
He has pressed his face
And hopes that she leaves the light on
He never saw her without a dress
The mistress of his fantasy
He takes the glasses off his face
Sings a trembling melody

The room will fill with moonlight
She lets fall, all veils
The sight is very pleasing to him
Tenses his fantasy to the bow
The breath stops, the heart beats wildly
Paints his colors into her picture
He stands there at the window's edge
With a sun in his hand

So close
So far away from here
So close
Far, far away from you
So close
So far away we are
So close
Far, far away from me

Again it is midnight
They steal from us the light of the sun
Because it is always dark
When the moon kisses the stars

So close
So close

So close
So far away from you
So close
So far away we are

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