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Night Doesn't Remain

Three o'clock in the morning
this darkness is well know to me
three o'clock in the morning
this street has such a serene skyline
 
The trees of the sidewalks touch the porches
they are close to the ink skies of my childhood
the tree tops sway and whisper
by the most friendly winds of the sea
 
But the night doesn't remain
even if you'll embed one thousand stars
but the night doesn't remain
even if all the lovers will hold on
 
Four o'clock in the morning
the heavens are preserved as they were created
four o'clock in the morning
there are promises in the old darkness
 
Do you remember the face of the old beloved city
it was for me a dreamy and sandy city
in my bed still paying attention
to the happy night chirping of the birds
 
Five o'clock in the morning
the light that rises imposes on me dread
five o'clock in the morning
this city is no longer like it was...1
 

• 1. lit: similar to itself