In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bow string's pulse
In the moon's pale light
You looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like the blade of a knife so sharp so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.
В лунном свете я чувствовал твое сердце
дрожишь как пульс последовательности поклона
в бледном свете луны
ты смотрела на меня
Никто не знает твое сердце
когда солнце восходит, я вижу тебя
красивый и преследующий, но холодный
как лезвие ножа, столь острого столь сладкого...
никто не знает твое сердце
Все твое горе, горе и боль
запертый в лесу ночи
твое секретное сердце принадлежит миру
из того тот вздох в темноте
из того тот крик в темноте.
In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bow string's pulse
In the moon's pale light
You looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like the blade of a knife so sharp so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.
In the moonlight, I felt your heart
tremble like a pulse of a bow sequence
in the pale light of the moon
you looked at me
No one knows your heart
when the sun rises, I see you
beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife so sharp so sweet ...
no one knows your heart
All your sorrow, grief and pain
locked in the woods of the night
your secret heart belongs to the world
from that sigh in the dark
from that that cry in the dark.