| Sitting under the moon I look at how the world is destroying itself All the others go to the moon To your light, my Lord What's happening in this world ... In this church, sins dissolve Near you, Maria But we two others as feathers We want to fly to the bell tower at night To play the white serenade. The light that does not mind is magical. I do not feel that I'm touching the moon ... I do not feel with the heart that I'm touching the moon ... Sitting under the moon I look at how the world is destroying itself All the others go to the moon To your light, my Lord What's happening in this world ... In this church, sins dissolve Near you, Maria But we two others as feathers We want to fly to the bell tower at night To play the white serenade. The light that does not mind is magical. I do not feel that I'm touching the moon ... Touching the moon Touch the moon Touching the moon Touching the moon Touch the moon
Credits Song: Istriot folk song Artist: Tamara Obrovac Text: lyricstranslate.com English translation: Berny Devlin on lyricstranslate.com Music video: Courtesy of bistravoda
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