End of the day
What a turbulent sky
Floating away
On the waves in your eyes
Dangerous moves
In a precarious place
Hold on to my hand, my love
And we're flying through space
Oh, Mediterranean Moon
See how your disciples have strewn
From Egypt to Andalusia
Madrigal lines
In the obsidian night
Drinking the wine
And absorbing the light
Phantasma rays
And Illyrian psalms
Casting away everything
You did that was wrong
Oh, Mediterranean Moon
See how your disciples have strewn
From Egypt to Andalusia
No one can touch you
Out over the sea
No one can know you
No one but me
Oh, Mediterranean Moon
See how your disciples have strewn
From Egypt to Andalusia
Oh, Mediterranean Moon
See how your disciples have strewn
From Egypt to Andalusia

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