The night hides a lot of secrets,
Many guilty fears and many tensed cries,
The only thing that it can't hide,
Is the heaviness of the heart and its silly crimes.

The night hides a lot of stories,
Of the coward and the brave,
The only story that it can't hide,
Is the one known to the day.

The night hides a lot of  horrors,
Of the young and the old,
The only horrors it hasn't been able to hide,
Are the ones of the gaudy wars.

The night shuts all my thoughts,
Many ugly truths and many foolish lies,
The only truth it can't hide,
Is that my life is based on a lie.