Crescent Night

When the silver noise disappears
The sentence loses the verdict.

Seven moths hover
Around the crescent night.

Beneath the blind suites
The century takes its toll,
I open your mouth of winter
Like a water-melon.

Seven moths hover
Around the crescent night.

Shadows of the vanguards
Bring us the still horizon,
I will leave salt
On your kiss of good night.

Seven moths hover
Around the crescent night.

Oh the streets are a bottle of wine
Emptied into my my heart by Fate.
Five times turned into ten,
Ten times became an empty number.
Man lives on kisses as he lives on bread
Just as bread becomes a custom
So stolen kisses become a function.
Everyone and all knows what I wanr
Never have I told them: I have it.
I have influenced myself in living
On questions; when Beauty says Yes
I ask why it can't be No.

I want to renounce youth,
Walk away from these streets.
Let your lips be the borders
That lead me to Europa!