We are caught in a heaven between the folded years,
between the pages of memories and the worlds of yesteryear.
We are catching the thoughts like butterflies in spring
on a meadow full of flowers all coming from the unseen,
from the cosmos-world outside,
that heaven of memories
in which we are living when we meet in that loving night.
What a night, what a night, what a night, my love, what a night.
This heaven is still with me between the folded years.
This heaven is still with me when we meet like yesteryear.
I have always tried to unfold the years
into flowers of tomorrow, into tales of happiness.
I’m still looking at butterflies and thoughts from truer worlds when we meet in the night’s embrace
and count the stars above.
What a night, what a night, what a night, my love, what a night.
Come to me with fairy-tales or come to me with dreams.
But never ever come to me with falsifying words.
Never come to me with thoughts
that hide and show the bitter face
or turn the golden page into an empty sheet.
Yes, my love, we are on the way to change the worlds
we know with consciousness
beyond all that we know from our nights.
What a night, what a night, what a night, my love, what a night.
The actress in a fancy show, the princess and the king.
The thief’s unruly looks and the artist on the verge
to destruction or to paradise are some of the guests of night
and are carved into the marble of time, an endless fresco-wall
unfolding mystic symbol-tales in the chambers of the mind
and deeper still inside the soul touching you with light.
What a light, what a light, what a light, my love, what a light.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany