All’s quiet in the midnight,
The wind’s stroking tree.
I’m slave of your bright sight
Although I am free.
The dark moon is shining
And all I could see
Just your window, darling,
Right here above me.
Lots wandered around
And sailed trough the sea.
I’m sure that I found
My woman to be.
I worship you princes,
I stand on my knee.
My feeling convinces
Your wish is decree.
Just tell me the one word
And I will agree.
I swear that my knight’s sword
Now in your mercy.
Dark moon serenade
© Copyright: Ярослав Кодесс, 2004
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