The girl at the window ~ Bisectris ~ (c) 2018-10-15

When the night comes, chasing away the evening, In the dim light of the stars lights flicker. The girl at the window, Putting her arms around her shoulders, Looking into the darkness of the night To what's out there far away. Launder in the darkness barriers and borders, There’s suddenly possible that, What is forbidden here. Princes meet their girls without lurking And mount in the saddle, Bring their brides with them. Flicker from the caves hoards of glittering stones, Dwarves in a hurry, Brought them out of the depths. But brighter than all the stones Are the glances of the women’s eyes When they look onto loving men. There, in the blue of the night, glimpses of lights, Getting brighter, faster, Alluring to themselves. To them, like moths, flocking timid, Those who are expecting something. From meeting in the darkness. Their whirl in the dark, Like a flock of soaring birds, Will suddenly merge in love, Then will fly apart. Like fireflies in the night Whirling and playing. Then brighter, then dimmer, Sometimes together, sometimes apart. [backing female-vocals trio-girls] When all stars will gone from the sky, And the sun's yellow edge Will show up in the window, The girl will fall asleep Covering herself with a soft blanket. And she will dream of a Prince On a raven-black horse.