Tekst
Gold coin of the night - Barbara Gabriele 

The waning moon of a may evening
Full of the scent of swaying grasses;
The first night of our love –
Attended only by the moon.

/where are the limits of our adventure?
I feel that we are crossing the boundaries;
The sound of the midnight may-overture
Is whispering that i am a prisoner./

The dawn is breaking into full daylight,
Licking your touch from my skin;
We each part to our homes,
Cradling in ourselves the gold coin of the night.

Where are the limits of our adventure?
I feel that we are crossing the boundaries;
The sound of the midnight may-overture
Is whispering that i am a prisoner.

The days unfold hours and minutes,
And mellow your tender thoughts;
When the nights fall still,
You put your hands on my forehead.