Do you see the moon hanging there?
And the stars are shining bright and clear
The moon has dawned and the stars are shining bright and clear in the sky
The forest becomes black and silent
And white fog is rising from the meadows
The world is still so quiet, so familiar and so nicely wrapped by the dusk
As a cave where you shall forget the daily miseries
Do you see the moon hanging there?
It's only half visible and he is anyway so round and nice
This is probably the way we laugh at things, because our eyes cannot see them