The Night-Owl

We walk where the road is curling up
Like smoke above our heads
Here we stand with our backs
Against the wall of the house
Where the man once wrote 'Suzanne'

With my friend from Finland
I went down
From Athens in the night
In a boat, two pilgrims on a bench
To the island where the donkey
Is never shot

It breaks my heart
The night-owl sings
It breaks my heart
Oohooo, my heart

In the room the bird is on a wire
When we look outside
It's gone
It flies through the trees
With pomegranates
And it falls down
Like the moon
Into the sea

It breaks my heart
The night-owl sings
It breaks my heart
Oohooo, my heart

Where I go