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.