You will burn rue, you will prepare the potion
and during the moonlight you will repeat the prayer:
"Pretty moon that lights there with your light
the potion, it's you who I call upon
Help me to find what I have asked"
He drank it, he drank it all
He fell in love, he fell in love like me
A passion devour us,
but soon I don't look at it
It's haunted, and I don't value it anymore,
I don't cry, I ignore it.
I will burn rue, I will prepare my potion
If there's a moon tonight I will reverse the ilusion
"Pretty moon that lights there with your light
the potion, it's you who I call upon
Help me to find what I have asked"
And it forgot me, I drank it all
and he forgot me, he forgot me like me
and now that he forgot me
the haunted one is me and I don't forget it
We have to think some hour
I adore it and yearn it, I cry it