The window's open wide, and him,
He's telling me "The light is dim,
But better's to close on the window !"
The yellow trees are burning high
Like candles shining in the sky
To help on the stars...
The noise is coming from the street
And makes me stand up on my feet
"What for ?", my good friend is asking.
"The queen of darkness, she is gone,
You're on your own..."
"You're on your own..."