Let us go into the forest for a while, you and I,
Let us go and wither away in lost dreams and desires.
Let us head into the woodlands of the forest, you and I,
Free from all the darkness and the liars.
I will admit that I am not perfect, gentle dove,
I admit that I have my faults just as the rest.
I will say that my heart is not always pure, gentle dove,
But compared to the evil, I'm surely the best.
As we wander in the evening,
To the silent place of grieving...
I wonder if I am real,
Or if this is all surreal,
A dream all in my head...
Let us fly into the moonlight and get away, pretty angel,
Let us taste the sweet beams with our fingers.
Let us head into the craters of the moon, pretty angel,
As the smell of heaven in our nostrils lingers.