La Noche

The Moon allows me to perceive
Contours of salt
The night begins to distill
Its natural spirit

Murmur of a warm night
Bodies in turmoil
Clandestine voices roar
Fire

The night burns on my skin
The night burns
The night burns
The night burns on my skin
The night burns
The night burns
The night burns on my skin
The night burns
The night burns
The night burns on my skin

Its sap begins to circulate
Its sap is lethal
Then you will need
To taste it again

Murmur of a warm night
Bodies in turmoil
Clandestine voices roar
Fever

The night burns on my skin
The night burns
The night burns
The night burns on my skin
The night burns
The night burns
The night burns on my skin
The night burns
The night burns
The night burns on my skin