Al Alba

If I told you, my love
That I fear the early morning
I don't know what stars these are
That hurt like threats
Nor do I know what the Moon bleeds
At the edge of its scythe

I sense that after the night
Will come the longest night

I want you not to leave me
My love, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn

The children we never had
Hide in the sewers
They eat the last flowers
It seems as if they guessed
That the approaching day
Comes with delayed hunger

I sense that after the night
Will come the longest night

I want you not to leave me
My love, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn

Thousands of silent vultures
Are spreading their wings
Doesn't it break you, my love
This silent dance?
Accursed dance of the dead!
Morning gunpowder

I sense that after the night
Will come the longest night

I want you not to leave me
My love, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn

At dawn, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn

At dawn, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn