The neighborhood young people in love
Have a form of speech, a dark one,
Which you can not use with your new skirt
Who turns in early. Friend,
Speak it honestly, again

As the late night,
With all of life's intimate, grave mysteries,
Calls the late night
By satellites, planets and planes, whispering.

Well our whispering days are done,
But aren't we getting closer as we fight?
And the louder our voices get,
The quieter it makes this starry night
It makes this starry night.

Home Skillet,
Does she calm your dad?
Aren't you bored?
Can you really stand being constantly adored?

Each day spays night
Not another lonely life
Sunrays are straight, old, white,
Powerful, empty and severe.
You can't be yourself here

There is a way that clinically sad
Students in love talk, my darling.
Despite the business smile on your face,
You've not forgot it, friend
You have only gone to bed

In the late night,
Where life is implicitly true, once again.
In the late night,
Le ballon rouge, missles and moons, overhead.

Well, our unified life is done
But aren't we getting closer as we fight?
And the louder our voices get,
The quieter it makes this starry night.
It makes this starry night

In this new world,
Do you not wake up at three, wondering?
In the late night,
Without you sensing my thoughts,
They may not mean a thing.

You, all those you know,
And all those who those you know know,
The way of all flesh go.
Go with one you really love.
Go with one you really love.