Son of the Night, the Moon
Son der Nacht und des Mondes
Syn noci a mesice

During those silvery nights when strange passions draw you to the sea... and when the moon spins her light behind the eyes of hypnotized dancers... say... doesn�it seem possible to change... to forget...
maybe to destroy in one great sweep all that binds you back... back to your old, winter self... ?

Za tech opojnych letnich noci, kdy te laka vune a teplo salajicich skal a more ti chladi horkou tvar... a kdy tancici tela splyvaji se stribrem svetlem mesice... rekni... nezda se ti mozne zmenit se... a jednim velkym gestem odhodit vsechno, co te tahne zpet... zpet k tvemu staremu, zimnimu ja... ?