The difference between a man and a lover

A woman has missed out on Getting to scream and to moan This beautiful madness has lost a chance to have Her brief waist under my own She has missed my way to hold her hand She has missed my footprints in her sand.

I see a light full of doubts Which threatens to shroud us in clouds I see a dog barking up to the Moon with a figure that is reminiscent of mine I see more I see that it missed me I see more I see that it got lost.

Cowardice is a cover For a man, not for a lover Coward loves don't grow to be real loves Nor even turn to stories, they simply stay there Not even memories can save them Not even the best of poets can.

An unnameable woman Flees like a terrified pigeon And I quickly dry off my old boots, go back to my own roots and turn back the clock Love beware of me, dismiss me not I can sing you the song that I've got.

A woman who's quite near Like a painting by none but Chagall Falling into the center of fear And I who am not good burst in more than one tear But then I was crying for myself And now I cry for this woman's death But then I was crying for myself And now I cry for this woman's death.