The Wind Will Carry Us

In my small night, alas
the wind has a date with the leaves of the trees
In my small night there is agony of destruction
Listen ...
Do you hear the darkness blowing?
I look upon this bliss as a stranger
I am addicted to my despair.

Listen ...
Do you hear the darkness blowing?
Something is passing in the night
The moon is restless and red
And over this rooftop
where crumbling is a constant fear
Clouds, like a procession of mourners
Seem to be waiting for the moment of rain.
A moment
And then nothing
Night shudders beyond this window
And the earth winds to a halt
Beyond this window
Something unknown is watching you and me.

Oh, green from head to foot
Place your hands like a burning memory
In my loving hands
Give your lips to the caresses
of my loving lips
Like the warm perception of being
The wind will carry us
The wind will carry us