How can I presume to sing about the Moon
Oh how can I presume to sing about the Moon

Shall I say it is enchanted
Shall I say it is romantic nonsense

Now that I assumed the adolescent swoon
Oh how can I presume to sing about the Moon
Shall I say I love her dearly
Shall I say I need her ever near me
This elation evades description
So how can I convey my conviction

Oh satellite
Your majesty makes my heart rise
Oh concubine
Your radiance swells up my eyes
All the multitude that's faced you
Who can say they never once embraced the Moon?