This night, A stormy night,
is a friend of the moon.
After a long time,
she has come alone.
The silence is over.
The crickets are singing.
Someone must put out the lamps in the evening;
Tonight, I must talk with the darkness to my heart's content.
The darkness sulks;
The darkness sits,
lost, in a corner.
The night
is a friend of the moon.
After such a long time,
she has come alone.
The darkness is mad;
how dense it is!
It pierces me; it bites me;
Even so, it is mine.
In its lap,
I'll rest my head to sleep.
In its arms,
I'll hide myself to cry.
The darkness today flows from the kohl, rimming my eyes.
The night
is a friend of the moon.
After such a long time,
she has come alone.
