Over the treetops are the wisps of clouds
when the moon shakes its head at the garden, gives a sign
"it's OK to sit"
the same bench there in the corner
collects the same amount of dew
and becomes wet
"Take a towel"
says the night and lies down
Chorus
The night
he doesn't give any sign
he is blind, he directs
the movements of an abundance of fireflies
he relates tales
and he thinks that children believe in this
from a night such as this
such as this.
Through the windows the lights were put out long ago
and two green eyes send a symphony of wailing
a minor scale
in my house the babies
wailing in breaks
it pinches the heart
"hey mom, wake up"
says the night and lies down
Chorus
The wind starts and whistles a thousand melodies
covering the courtyard, holds her breath
because a visitor comes
the moon rounds it's mouth
in such a friendly smile
and combs his hair - you are bald
Says the night and laughs
Chorus