The Color Of Moonlight

You are the stem of a wistful desire, 
and I am the craze of a firefly
Our faces are colored by the moonlight
I never saw the bird of my heart happy and free
Not in my illusions, nor in my dreams

You are the dream of the moonlight, 
I am the water
You row your boat in the pond of my sleep
Between the bushes, 
with the desire of reunion 
your glance is shaking the heart of my swampland