In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.


In this night
I search for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...


Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.


In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
by this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.


Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.


Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried by the thoughts of darkness and grief.


But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,the nigh will forgive me.