O night fervent and loud
ephemeral wrap my body in your starry vortex
so that it can once again enjoy
the icy swirl of emotions childhood
that as unripe fruits
flowing with bright colors
the first sun of youth.
Lead on dirt roads
and dark taverns
and revives my tired mind
streams of notes and wine.
O clear night and declining
back here when we were children
and is playing with us
then hide, and let dry in peace
almost whispering words of love
while Illacrimo, Death overwhelms us
throwing it into a dark abyss
of bitter despair.
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