The moon looked down on me,
while the sky was black
the moon looked down on me
when I seemed to lack.
The moon looked down on me,
when all was right
The moon looked down on me
while I was drowning in spite.
The moon looked down on me
l turned my head to see,
The moon looked down on me,
Higher than a bourgeoisie.
The moon,
It tortured me with no understanding,
The moon
turned away when I was drowning,
It looked down on me,
full of hate,
It looked down on me,
for my time he did await.
The moon looked down on me,
while I was sinking farther down,
The moon looked down on me,
and finally he lifted his frown.
The moon looked to the heavens,
As my soul escaped,
The moon looked to the heavens,
As I triumphantly marched through the gates.
