…reverso do feitiço…

…noite ventosa hoje e ela fez novo ciclo…

…nova vida…

…e lá está altaneira, no céu sem estrelas…

…cheia, porém pálida e tão distante…

…sempre bela, retornando assim todos os meses…

…para me encantar, para me enfeitiçar…

…para me assombrar…

JP ®

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight

I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight

I've no choice but to follow that call

The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all

I pray everyday to be strong

For I know what I do must be wrong

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

It was many years ago that I became what I am

I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb

Now I can never show my face at noon

And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon

The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast

I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans

She's innocent and young from a family of means

I have stood many times outside her window at night

To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight

How could I be this way when I pray to God above

I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

  In “Moon Over Bourbon Street” – Sting