Lune

Moon
That lights up up there
On
The rooftops of Paris
See
How a man
Can suffer from love
Beautiful
Solitary star
That dies
When the day returns
Hear
Rising towards you
The song of the earth
Hear the cry
Of a man in pain
For whom
A million stars
Are not worth
The eyes of the one
He loves
With a mortal love
Moon
Moon
That clouds up there
Before
The day comes
Hear
The heart roaring
Of the human beast
It's the lament
Of Quasimodo
Who cries
His mad distress
His voice
Through mountains and valleys
Flies
To reach you
Moon
Watch over
This strange world
That mixes
Its voice with the angels' choir
Moon
That lights up up there
To
Illuminate my pen
See
How a man
Can suffer from love
From love
From love