(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...