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The Night



Voltaire - The Night - Текст песни

the day is the wife whom i elude

the one to whom I should be right

although forewarned by peers and kin

I always get into the night

mother always warned me such

being a nocturnal soul

besides just being simply strange

spawns from some illness of the mind


the night, she calls me

she calls me, she calls me

she calls me, she calls me

she sways in her velvet dress 

and pulls me towards her in the dark

while the others rest


heed the call the time has come

for all you children of the night

gather 'round like suckling dogs

mothers come she is the night

come with me to the other side

make the girl in black your bride


the night, she calls me

she calls me, she calls me

she calls me, she calls me

she sways in her velvet dress 

and pulls me towards her in the dark

while the others rest


it just seems very strange to me

not her quiet lonely streets

and draped in all her mystery 

could be so sweet and comforting


the night, she calls me

she calls me, she calls me

she calls me, she calls me

she sways in her velvet dress 

and pulls me towards her in the dark

while the others rest
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