Under the moonlight, where the night begins,
The shadows dance like children in the wind.
Whispering stories of forgotten happiness,
In every envelope, a lost glance.
Dancing shadows, in the twilight,

Telling stories of love, face to face.
In the silence of the night, where every step counts,
They dance softly, telling of longing.
They turn and turn, in black and in gray,
A gentle murmur follows each movement precisely.

Hidden dreams, kindled in the dark,
Under the stars, until the morning awakens.
Dancing shadows, in the twilight,
Telling of love, face to face.
In the silence of the night, where every step counts,

They dance softly, told of longing.
Gliding through alleys, across deserted squares,
Every movement a trace of old sentences.
Veiled gazes that only the moon understands,
In the shadows, where life goes on quietly.
Dancing shadows, in the twilight,
Telling of love, face to face.
In the silence of the night, where every step counts,
They dance quietly, telling of longing.