This Night - Motorama

No focus

Her birth is a dark explosion

No more comfort, a miracle or horror

We are sitting and breathing

Do you hear that singing?

We are waiting for the meeting

This night is a child of a black sun

A glimpse of a black thing

A shimmer of a dark ring

A new place with the new feelings

A new way of living

A new way of thinking

A new way of breathing

This night is a child of a black sun