Moon, the thaumaturge of the night,
with gentle face full of sadness,
Mysteriously gazing from the sky
and for Creator it keeps all the secrets
You won't say to judges of the earth,
What you saw in the quiet of night,
But the light that you're reflects
Reveal the robbery of Twilight;
Oh, lady of the night!
until the radiance of the moon
reflects the bright light of the sun
Having measured the property of all affairs
we're looking for the right answer
the moonlight frozen on
On the bottom of the glass
Getting by silvery light
Through the closed window starry sky
while you sleep and dream the dreams!
You shut your sun by darkness,
Only you and lonely moon
All of my secrets may know.
until the radiance of the moon
reflects the bright light of the sun
Having measured the property of all affairs
we're looking for the right answer
We try!
until the radiance of the moon
reflects the bright light of the sun
Having measured the property of all affairs
we're looking for the right answer
until the radiance of the moon
reflects the bright light of the sun
Having measured the property of all affairs
we're looking for the right answer
We try!
We try to find!
