Every new moon I see

I want to follow

The scent of the grass intrigues me

And I feel alive

I feel alive

I'm so underfed and all my ambitions turn me on

Anything on my way, I'm ready to swallow

This cold light shines on me

This cold light shines on me

I follow the moon

Until it becomes full

I return all the way home empty-handed like every time

I return all the way home empty-handed like every time

Like every other time

The faces and gods

Are no more than divine

As I chase its narrowing face

I wish I could taste the moon dust on my lips

And forget that the distance is growing

And I'm not in a mile of breath

As I chase its narrowing face

I wish I could taste the moon dust on my lips

And forget that the distance is growing

I return all the way home empty-handed

I return all the way home empty-handed