Joan Brossa - Night lyrics

Beyond space as we know it, there shines an innumerable multitude of worlds like ours. They all whirl and move. Thirty seven million earths. Nine million five hundred thousand moons. I cringe and think of the incalculable distances, Of the millions of dead globes Gyring about suns already blown out. I ponder pride. What's going on beyond the stars? The ground is dewed. A woman gives a kiss to a little girl. Today supper was even more splendid. A barrel organ is playing away. There's a mirror hung on the wall. Come in, come in, the door's wide open. Pa**ing outside: a shepherd and junk dealer.