Canção do Poeta do Século XVII

I dreamed that the night was festive and the Moon was sad
And the two of us on the moonlit road, cold and naked
Clouds running in search of chimeras

And with our illusions of fantasies
To live like in heaven, singing
A sweet song that fills with light
Love and life in beautiful springs

I dreamed that the night was festive and the Moon was sad
And the two of us on the moonlit road, cold and naked
Clouds running in search of chimeras

And with our illusions of fantasies
To live like in heaven, singing
A sweet song that fills with light
Love and life in beautiful springs