A foggy night
descends upon the town
and wraps in a blue cape
a red-haired fairy
And a fox, by her buxom
and a rattle of a tram
going on its last round
with its dimmed lights
The night escorts the two
to their front door
returning from a party
happy, stammering slightly
And the old trees of the park
listening to it
I am a dark, sweet forgetfulness.
The emptiness filled only by love
Love
Listen to the silence of the night
Listen to the silence of the night