| Night comes to my house as a welcome guest,
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| As a bride, I always wait for her, I always wait.
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| The night will enter my house without any anger,
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| She has a faithful friend, a star, with her.
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| There will always be bread and salt for them,
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| Let's drink good wine to the bottom.
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| Bow to all from brother Red Sun,
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| Yes to you, naughty moon!
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| Chorus:
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| Night is a magic veil of dreams,
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| You close my longing-sadness.
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| Night is the garment of a candle flame,
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| And the eyes of the beloved are stars in the night.
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| The night talks to me quietly,
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| And the star, with a bright smile, is silent.
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| Let him sleep during the day, he is a stupid little boy,
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| And tired of gossip and insults.
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| I wanted to sing along to the nightingale,
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| The night whispered: “Sing boldly! |
| Sing boldly!"
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| I sing, and sat under the window,
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| The one that drove out of sight during the day.
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| Chorus:
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| Night is a magic veil of dreams,
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| You close my longing-sadness.
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| Night is the garment of a candle flame,
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| You teach me to see the blind.
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| losing
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| Night is the garment of a candle flame,
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| You teach me to hear the deaf. |