And if we talked about something else
The night will close its arms
I know that love settles
In the hollow of the delta grasses
I will go wait for it, but stay
Alone, we cannot approach it
I will go wait for it with you

Wanting to live from a guitar
Is often eating cold bread
Knocking on the doors of train stations
Is often breaking your fingers

The night lights up, listen
It's the wind softly asking
The mist to make us a blanket

But if you don't want it to come
The moment of love
Of the poet who lingers
On the paths
Where only dogs
And wolves roam

If you don't want it to come
The moment of joy
Of the poet who loves you
Don't answer
He has the night
To bury his sorrow

We talked too much about travels
That I would go seek far from you
For tonight, make me a cage
With the bars of your arms

The night lights up, listen
It's the wind softly asking
The mist to make us a blanket

But if you don't want it to come
The moment of love
Of the poet who lingers
On the paths
Where only dogs
And wolves roam

If you don't want it to come
The moment of joy
Of the poet who loves you
Don't answer
He has the night
To bury his sorrow

If you don't want it to come
The moment of love
Of the poet who lingers
On the paths
Where only dogs
And wolves roam

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