Once I met a gypsy man,
an uncut ruby soul.
I wondered of this deep rare shine,
It's warm but gloomy glow.

I wandered in this deep rare shine.
I tried to find a key
To part the warm wine red from the dark,
In where he looked like me

I found him carry night and day,
Or moments in between,
Where nothing lives without the other,
And nothing is unseen

A silent truth is spoken
Through beauty in a grief:
The ruby is his fait to stay,
and it's glow his wish to leave.

I wandered in this deep rare shine,
In colours that he wears.
The one who sees is the one who shines,
But still the one who bears

He owns the things he gives away,
And this is what I see,
It's always there within his eye,
In his eye I mirror me.

When you sleep
1997

The sun has left and the day has turned to night.
Rest your head upon the pillow.
The moon's tender shine gives peace to your mind,
So now close your eyes and sleep.

This day was like few, with battles of words.
I know that they're haunting your mind
But this day will fade away and the pain
Will someday become your sword

The night is dark and deep
And so quiet when you go to sleep.
The dreams might be sweet or they might turn out cruel
But I will watch over you when you sleep.

The sun has left and the day has turned to night
Rest you head upon the pillow
The moon's tender shine
Gives peace to your mind
So now close your eyes
And I will watch over you when you sleep.