This night, o this night you’re mine.
So let us forget all this night,
let us pretend and be merry.

No thought will come to ruin this power
this
night,
this. Veil of warmth,
air of sweet.

This night we forget.
And wake up we shall
with no memory of oblivion,
forgotten that we forgave!
And then who knows ––

But this night is still here!
Here and now
you’re mine
and we
forget.