Walking in my lady's forest
Hear her darkness groan
Nightingale, she moans in her resistance
She flies in star-lit treetops
Sees my lantern pass
Nightingale, she sings and darkness listens
She sees the night
Burning with a thousand fires
Crying desires and confessions
Ooh
Only ghosts and seashells speak the deepness of her sighs
Nightingale, your eyes are my expression
She sees the night
Burning with a thousand fires
Crying desires and confessions
Only ghosts and seashells speak the deepness of your sighs
Nightingale, your eyes are my expression
Nightingale, your eyes are my expression