I wish to be encompassed by the night
I don't know what is wrong, I don't know what is right
All I know is that I want to be in your skin
I don't know if the thought itself would count for me as sin
I'll wait here till the new and coming day
and hopefully the thought will dissipate away
but if I come to see you tomorrow afternoon
I will that night see you, as the man in the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem