Endless days of turmoil in my mind,
complicated thoughts cloud my weary soul,
the full moon hidden, leaving me blind,
I toss and turn, unable to find my goal.

Alone I stand, like a wolf on a rock,
yearning for a taste of forbidden fruit,
seeking solace in the shadows, in shock,
I can't sleep, for my heart is in pursuit.

The clouds conceal the moon's guiding light,
leaving me lost in the darkness of night,
I crave a thrill that's wrong, but feels so right.

I long to break free from this endless fight.
Oh, endless days of longing and desire,
I'm consumed by flames of a forbidden fire.

Tomaž Jevšenak