We will meet in the quiet of the night,
and talk the language of the night,
the kisses of the night,
the embraces of the night.
We will close a star in the room, a cosmic light,
I will place a galaxy of gold on your cheeks so bright.
I'll take a generous perfume from your nocturnal neck,
as we hold each other, with no one to check.
The world will turn in its human roar,
and many sorrows will drift upon its core.
From your sweet breast, I'll take a piece of gold
for the memories of our days, brave and bold.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
We will meet in the quiet of the night,
and talk the language of the night,
the kisses of the night,
the embraces of the night.
We will close a star in the room, a cosmic light,
I will place a galaxy of gold on your cheeks so bright.
I'll take a generous perfume from your nocturnal neck,
as we hold each other, with no one to check.
The world will turn in its human roar,
and many sorrows will drift upon its core.
From your sweet breast, I'll take a piece of gold
for the memories of our days, brave and bold.
