O, to run away,
Dancing under the glowing moonlight.
To feel the rain over our skin,
Our feet breaking the veil of the puddles.
To feel one in the movement,
Rotating under our own thoughts,
Feeling the coldness of the night.
The rain, the pain, the solitude of our hearth.
One of these nights we'll see the full moon,
The paleness of her skin,
The beauty of her solitude,
And it will fell like ourselves.
O, to dance alone, with someone,
All around the cloak of the night,
All around no one to see,
All in ourselves a world to make alive.
