Nocturno
Congreso
Nocturnal
You know, far away on this night
of sheets and wind
your memory sets my life on fire
slowly burning
What do your hands do
what does your mouth say
who sleeps in your gaze
who holds the cold
morning captive
On this night
On this night
Tell the cloud to beg the wind
to compel the albatross
to bring you flying through the sky
to the south and into my arms
On this night
on this night
on this night
