The night I love is murky like your eyes
long as silence, bitter as the sea.
The night that I love grows among the spoils
that the port of failure throws the city.
The night that I love has two thousand corners,
with women who say: ??? you give me fire kid ???
and parents who open their raincoats
The night that I love does not dawn ever?
Black night, do not treat me like that,
Black night, I expect so much from you.
Night made up, like a mannequin,
perfumed night with patchouli, with patchouli
The night I love is a dark basement
where are the sailors who want to shipwreck.
There is always a drunk holding a wall,
early morning flames and let you in.
Urban prophets come out of their lairs
when the night wears his metal boots.
And the crazy and the suicidal dance.
The night that I love does not dawn ever ??
Black night, do not treat me like that,
Black night, I expect so much from you.
Night made up, like a mannequin,
perfumed night with patchouli, with patchouli
Only among all we can make this a better place :)