I walk along unthinking and alone
My cap pulled down to hide my eyes
Hands in my pockets and collar turned up
I walk along whistling at the stars that have come out

And the red moon talks to me about you
I ask if you are waiting for me
and it answers: "If you really want to know,
here, there is no one..."

And I call your name to see you
but everyone who is talking about you
is answering: "It's late, what do you want to know?
here, there is no one!...

Red moon,
who will be sincere to me?
Red moon,
she went away the other night
without seeing me...

I've had more than a thousand dates
So many and more cigarettes I've smoked
So many and more cups of coffee I've drunk
A thousand bitter lips I've kissed

And the red moon talks to me about you
I ask if you're waiting for me
and it answers: "If you really want to know,
here, there is no one..."

And I call your name to see you
but everyone who's talking about you
answers: "It's late, what do you want to know?!
Here, there is no one!..."

And I say that still she's waiting for me,
Out on the balcony tonight at three
and she's praying to the Saints to see me...
But there is no one...