A night gathering
Of a wizard and a witch
Who know how to let rose petals
fly in the air
At every movements of the hands
An endless dance
Changing at every look
At every breath
Sometimes I see strange things happening in the dark
Images dancing and moving into my eyes
Sometimes I see strange images in the dark
Women I've never seen, women I fall in love with
Until the day will come
And the fear of being discovered with it
By those who can’t make petals fly in the air
By those who are neither wizard nor witch
And can't understand the sounds
And with the night petals fall
To die on the ground
The d**h of movement
But one among all ends in the lake of our tears
And we who are mirrored so distant see ourselves
Hand in hand
At last wizard and witch
Even at the light of day
Of a day that will be.