Wake up my dear - the Night became
Like an ancient fear, a frozen heart, a faceless name.
Let's dance my angel - She sings from above
One last dance, before the king awakes our shame.
If we walk hand in hand on our sleep,
When we die, when we weep,
Soul by soul She embraces all of us
In Her warm overcoat of dust.
Wake up, my dear - it's dark all around
She hides our sins. She makes no sound.
She does not send silly love letters -
Just acts mercifully.
And when we howl to the stars, in fury,
She does not question or disagree.
