Drowned by this embrace The shining sky starts to unshape The gliding rays of sunlight are bleeding farewell The pines are moaning as my heart melts A gentle wind makes the flowers shiver and shake The sanguine gleams exalt our sorrow Last hopes are buried ëtill tomorrow I remember those lonely walks Along the moors and the vineyards Desolate, bleak orchards Natureís demise in vivid beauty Darkness is coming something dies inside Weíre all grief-stricken by this scenery of night