I lurk to hear the breath of the night
I ache for the relief
I never received from people…
I stir to hear what night is whispering to me
But I only hear my heart beating
I feel it scared.
I am soaring my look to the sky
The moon is staring at me …
Is grinning and is whispering in my ears

“Go back to yours...Nobody can help you here …
Ashes with ashes
The heaven-born with their heaven-born”

I look lost in my heart…that gone away of me and let me alone in the cold night…
The tears flow warmly on my cheeks…
I feel rejected…
Nowhere seems to find a place…
Not a sound around me …everything astonished and dead…
I dare to raise my look straight to the moon and with my last powers I scream:

“I will go back then to be one of my people ...because I belong to them..
Here is cold and everything is dead …
The eye of ice hurt too much …
The fight for better will be hard but at least among those who are alive…”