Give me the last night!
under the starry mantle of luck,
where the whisper of the wind
tells stories of lost loves.
Let's dance the Dance of Love,
a waltz of intertwined hearts,
dancing to the beat of the moon,
while the clock stands still,
and time surrenders to us.
Between glasses of good liquor,
Let's toast to dreams and promises,
to the laughter that marks the skin,
and glances that burn in the night.
Let's seize every moment,
for the dawn is still a mystery,
and the dawn will keep
our secrets in the silence.
