Looking up the warm color sky Birds are fluttering in my eyes Yes, I know that night comes Staring at the old ticking clock Waiting for the time with a smirk Yes, it's my magic hour We should wear in red this night The lower voice that calls my name, makes me dizzy and fuzzle The eyes I see inside the cold wine glass You are mine only for this time Searching the truth and lies in the talk Thinking "Where can I find your heart?" Banishing doubts with sigh I know the time is coming soon Wishing not to end and see the moon Because it's my magic hour We should wear in white this night The lower voice that calls my name, makes me happy but sad The eyes I see inside the cold wine glass,You're not mine, I know that I can't own you
