With a fiery whisper or a sigh,

You call me into the night.

You call me softly and I come,

Your call’s a threat and I obey,

Your call’s seduction and I fall.

I walk the streets like in a dream,

I feel no cold, no wind or rain;

The moon, she comes and goes,

Victim of darkness,

The stars are far, too far away,

But you are here, the night is ours,

And it’s a dream, but I don’t care.