Come on a part of the light of the night. The roof and my porch drowned in the moonlight A drop of sunlight in the night. Thirsty soil was thirsty in the black of magic
Your name was your name on my tongue I was not shot in the fever O Light Daven Night Sleeping The roof and my porch drowned in the moonlight
We look like a staircase from the song from the scream of my love to the carousel.
