Anna von Hausswolff
An Oath
Touch the middle
Of his eye
Kiss him gently
Goodbye

Oh, swear to the nature
And to his heart
That all will be there for him
And nothing is lost

Oh, touch the middle
Of his eye
Kiss him gently
Goodbye

Oh, swear to the nature
And swear to his heart
An oath is there and will still be there
And nothing, nothing, is lost