The moon, the shadow and me
There is a bottle of wine, in the midst of the garden.
Here I am, with no friends, or relatives.
Cheers to the moon! Cheers to my shadow!
The moon, the shadow, and me,
together, we count as three.
But the moon cannot appreciate
the pleasure of good wine.
The shadow only knows
to follow my footsteps.
But then I have,
the moon, the shadow and me,
to celebrate the good times.
I sing to the moon, I dance with my shadow.
The moon, the shadow and me,
through the songs and through the dance,
we mix into one.
The moon, the shadow and me,
we celebrate the good times
when we are awake.
The moon, the shadow and me,
we separate
after we are drunk.
I long be friends with the moon and my shadow.
I long for our friendship to last the eternity.
Let's meet where the sky meets the ocean.
Let's never separate again...