Medianoche

(Bolero)

Come drink with me in twelve glasses
Twelve bells this midnight
You will hear the frozen bronze
Ringing our goodbye in twelve glasses

Come kiss with me in twelve flakes
The bitter snow that founded winter
About the height of my temples and this
Helpless heart that I have

Come bite with me in twelve screams
The lips of a pain already redoubled
It will be the last mouth that you kiss
When you're heading into the sunset

As soon as you drink with me the bitter sip
In the gray voice of blind metals
It will come ringing this midnight
The eternity of our two exiles