Is there a point
in going to bed - fall asleep
without you?

What point has laughter
if it's not because of you
or with you?

And is there a meaning
with the mornings
if it doesn't bring you
directly into my arms?

I find no reason to grief
as true sorrow meets its death
when I cry on your shoulder

It gives birth to joy
and true happiness
as it dies in your love

The solitude I find in the night
is to expect you
with the morning

Come.
To fall asleep in my arms
To wake up in yours