Text Sitting on the moon

I need to talk to someone 
listen to me 
perhaps a true love I have never lived 
loneliness keeps me company 
and some friends in transit if there is 
words play hide and seek 
in the silence I don't find them anymore 
you know this music is not light 
that sometimes hurts me but heals me later 
so

Play and play for me 
a piano that plays by itself 
because he knows what I'm thinking 
she knows I laugh while I'm crying 
play and play for me 
even the most beautiful orchestra there is 
for a Pierrot sitting on the moon 
as the Earth moves away 
which you can hardly see 
you can't see it anymore 

I have lived many sometimes futile lives 
it has almost always decided fate 
who does not abandon me is this music 
that sometimes hurts me but heals me later 
so 

Play and play for me 
a piano that plays by itself

because he knows what I'm thinking 
she knows I laugh while I'm crying 
play and play for me 
even the most beautiful orchestra there is 
for a Pierrot sitting on the moon 
as the Earth moves away 
which you can hardly see 
you can't see it anymore 

Play and play for me 
even the most beautiful orchestra there is 
for a Pierrot sitting on the moon 
and slowly it abandons itself 
until the morning noise wakes him up