The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration

He's always creeping in the gloom

While I am standing on His way

He approaches slowly and creeps to me

I recognize Him - this face and this smile

He wants to talk to me always at night

During a day I don't feel Him, can't find

The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration

He's always creeping in the gloom

While I am standing on His way

As the light vanish, he creeps seeking me

I'm ready, I'll talk, so night will pass quickly

Shivering voice trickle out of His lips

Bares my mind and extend morbid dreams

The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration

He is the child of the dark

I don't want to shelter Him

The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration

He is the child of the dark

I don't want to shelter Him