performed in London, 1979, and Melbourne, 1980

Oh my love, you are the shadow.
I go stumbling through tonight.
And our love, just smoke and ashes
Of a flame that once burned bright.

Do not go! I cannot follow!
I'm so thirsty for the kiss.
Ah that does not end in sorrow
And a thirstiness like this.

Now I sing this for the captain
Who's ship was never built
For the mother in confusion
Who's wound cannot be fixed.

For the heart with no companion,
For the soul without a key.
For the prima ballerina,
Who cannot dance to anything.

For the heart with no companion,
For the soul without a key.
For the prima ballerina
Who cannot dance to anything.

La da dada dada dadada
Da dadada dada dadada
La da dada dada dadada
Da dadada dada dadada

Oh do not go! I cannot follow!
I'm so thirsty for the kiss.
Don't either does not end in sorrow,
And a thirsting for your kiss.

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