We wander
through the sleeping town,
through its glory and its misery
The night is ours
and only she knows
the words of passion
that spill from our mouths
What a beautiful feeling
knowing that neither the moon
nor the stars
are going to tell on us
Because we belong in the night
and she belongs to us.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
We wander
through the sleeping town,
through its glory and its misery
The night is ours
and only she knows
the words of passion
that spill from our mouths
What a beautiful feeling
knowing that neither the moon
nor the stars
are going to tell on us
Because we belong in the night
and she belongs to us.