August

How would summer ever be without that August moon? 

How would falling in love ever be without that August moon?

How would music or the poetry ever be without that August moon?

How would memories be without that August moon?

I wish there was a way to somehow explain, but some things, just cannot be explained. 




But why does the song have to be sad
it feels like it cut a piece from my heart
and at this moment that I'm overwhelmed with joy
it rose up to my lips and choked me...
save yourself for the end, you will tell me 

I love you but i don't haven't voice to say it to you
and this is an unbearable sadness 
I' m melting in pain because I also feel
that the road we're taking is impassable...
be strong, it will pass, you will tell me 

How can I forget her loose hair 
the sand washing me like a waterfall while she leaned over me
thousands of kisses, diamonds she offered me so generously
I'll go, even if it turns out to be bad.

Upon which ecstacy, which magic dance
could such a creature have been born?
from which distant star is the light
that went to hide inside her two eyes
and me, the lucky one who has seen it 

In her eyes, a tiny sky
lightens, clouds and unfolds itself
but when the night falls it is flooded with light
an August moon rises
illuminating the prison inside 

How can I forget her loose hair 
the sand that washed me like a waterfall, while she leaned over me
thousands of kisses, diamonds she offered me so generously
I'll go, even if it turns out to be bad.