Malena

You who own the night, the wind hushed sand dunes, do you wonder why, I keep a cheerful romeo, beat away the blues, always on the go, forget the bitter times, all the brute untruths, the thought of infant’s sighs, dreams of flying solo, always glad to see you, since last time you phoned, the air plashes by, the evening's getting cool, some wait all their lives, others touch the stones, let them set the spume, what they had before, men whistle passing by, I laugh and hum a tune, say it's stupid to lie, my heart’s an open room.