| Between the sheets a tear falls down | |
| When the silence will resound | |
| Idyllic dreams are clandestine | |
| Periodic, swift and mine | |
| When the pillow turns to red | |
| I think more than I have said and done | |
| I know, I weep, when my waking seems so bleak | |
| I know, I weep, for tonight I could not sleep |