Children of the Night

Oh, the lights in the deep of my mind, Little children of city and night, Like the smolders in stove, don’t you find? Like the stars in the endless delight. It is quiet, so cozy, so warm, Through the window I see nice landscape, Cheer! I drink for their coming at home, For your sight it won’t let my escape. Little lights on the palms on the nights Like your pretty desirable eyes And I want more these beautiful sights Let lights smile as this sweetest night smiles.