(Trnqvist)

This starry bright night when I'm doing my usual stroll
I guess all I'll get from this childish game is a cold
But your window's still lit up, I'll wait here and see
if I might catch a glimpse of that shadow that keeps haunting me

The moon's big and bright and he's quietly watching the scene
of the girl with her heart in her hands and he knows what it means:
That it's springtime again, and the foolish are thriving
this is no time for reason, and probably no time for love

Give me no answer, give me no truth
Just give that the light won't go out
And I'll be quite content, and indulge in the scent
from the lilacs, who kindly are telling me not to despair

solo

Give me no answer...

This starry bright night when I realize it's time to go home.