Noite Severina

Run calmly Severine night
Gently on the sheet that touches your delicate skin
Stones dreaming dust in the mine
Stones dreaming of jackhammers

Each being has dreams in their own way
Each being has dreams in their own way

Run high Severine night
In the city's roar, a window lit like this

I breathe your desire
Flame on the wick of the oil lamp

Shadow on the sheet that touches your delicate skin
Shadow on the sheet that touches your delicate skin

There so close and not seeing me
There I feel your soul floating from the body
Your eyes moving without opening
There so certain and fair and only being yours
I distance myself from you, but always alive
My eyes moving you without opening

Run free Suassuna night
Ambush of an animal that follows its prey
Slave to its beauty
Soon the day will want to dawn