On the moonlit grasslands
The cold wind is manic,
The stars are frozen to shake in the dark,
okay, I still have torches,
I don't want to sleep
I just want you at the moment,
If my soul escapes,
if I sleep here to become a memory.
Will you ever set foot on this fertile soil?
Even if you are an old woman
Even if your heart is attached to the earth
You reach out and touch
My growing tentacles spearing out of the earth
