When the moon
shines through the night
Wonder what she dreams about,
If there's any charming knight,
On a mighty steed snow-white.
Her dream is like a fairy tale,
It's now time for her to wake,
There are few knights left for today,
And our one will stay away.
And yet while I see those tiny clouds
That floating on the rim of the sky
Until I can see them high,
My hope will forever fly,
Just as the story of mine.
Wonder what she dreams about,
If there's any charming knight,
On a mighty steed snow-white.
Her dream is like a fairy tale,
It's now time for her to wake,
There are few knights left for today,
And our one will stay away.
And yet while I see those tiny clouds
That floating on the rim of the sky
Until I can see them high,
My hope will forever fly,
Just as the story of mine.
The song is full of wistfulness and sadness – we hear the
slow, pensive and subdued voice. There is no doubt left that they sing it from
a kind of utter hopelessness – they do not have to pretend that they have to
sing in a particular way – the whole thing comes so naturally to them. The solo
accompaniment of the piano adds to the lonely and haunting atmosphere of the
situation.
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