Voltaire - Night (rock version) | Текст песни

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• Night (rock version)

The day is the wife whom I elude,
The one to whom I should be right,
Although forewarned by peers and kin,
I always get into the night.
Mother always warned me such,
Being a nocturnal soul,
Besides just being simply strange,
Spawns from some illness of the mind.

The night,
She calls me, she calls me,
She calls me, she calls me,
She sways in her velvet dress,
And pulls me towards her in the dark,
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.

Heed the call the time has come,
For all you children of the night,
Gather 'round like suckling dogs,
Mothers come she is the night.
Come with me to the other side,
Make the girl in black your bride.

The night,
She calls me, she calls me,
She calls me, she calls me,
She sways in her velvet dress,
And pulls me towards her in the dark,
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.

It just seems very strange to me,
Not her quiet lonely streets,
And draped in all her mystery,
Could be so sweet and comforting.

The night,
She calls me, she calls me,
She calls me, she calls me.
She sways in her velvet dress,
And pulls me towards her in the dark,
While the others rest,
While the others rest,
While the others rest.

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