Come when evening comes, come, come ,come.
With the solitary moon on the transparent waters.
And slowly knock on my door, slowly knock on my window.
With the softest word, with the softest emotion.
Come at midnight, come, come, come.
When from faded whispers the morning stars are growing brightly.
From a long waiting, from an unfulfilled dream,
From an "yes" and then from one "no", from mystery to ending.
I'm gathering longing flowers
To call the longing on its name
I'm picking up some longing flowers
To bound my longing to a longing.
Come at dawn, come, come, come.
When sleeplessness hooks up in purple silences.
Through the green meadow, through my walked forest,
Through my field of mellow peaks, you, angel and man.
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