Midnight guitars
that vibrate beneath the moon,
as soon as it's midnight
wherever you hear me;
follow my voice.
And play the same tune as always:
very gently and with feeling
and fill my thoughts
gradually with inspiration.
Because on this night in June
with all of my heart1 I want to sing
beneath that window
that in other times
have seen me cry.
Midnight guitars
that have always accompanied me,
the Northern star
shines brighter
that the very sun.
On this night I want to
understand my feelings,
and as soon as it's midnight
play notes
filled with so much love.
Because on this night in June
with all of my heart I want to sing
beneath that window
that in other times
have seen me cry.
1. lit. 'soul'