The Night was a Gypsy

A teasing gypsy was the night

She winked with the dawn

To disappear and tiptoe back at dusk

In the darkness, he felt utterly alone

And at the same time in her arms, she made him feel complete

She made him drunk, she was a wine

She made him forget, with her lustful touch

She provoked him to live, if only for so much.

Thats where I live

The Corner of your lips when you smile like a silly mischevious child,

thats where I live.