The Black Lake
It was august.
Already the nights were dark,
but still they were warm.
Warm and soft as black velour.
Black Velvet...
A mix of the deep and dark melancholia.
We wandered in the moonlight.
I remember it was fullmoon.
We hid in the shadows under the trees,
and tried to scare eachother.
As time went by we were touched by the magical atmosphere,
and moved around as silently as possible.
Maybe we had a secret hope.
A hope to see the elves dance in the forests light.
Still the lake was there in front of us.
The moon was bathing in its blank surface.
I remember your body...
Almost completely white in the moonlight.
The water was warm and still black.
O Lago Negro
Era agosto.
Já as noites estavam escuras,
mas ainda eram quentes.
Quentes e suaves como veludo negro.
Veludo Negro...
Uma mistura de profunda e sombria melancolia.
Nós vagávamos à luz da lua.
Lembro que era lua cheia.
Nos escondíamos nas sombras sob as árvores,
e tentávamos nos assustar.
Conforme o tempo passava, éramos tocados pela atmosfera mágica,
e nos movíamos o mais silenciosamente possível.
Talvez tivéssemos uma esperança secreta.
Uma esperança de ver as fadas dançarem na luz da floresta.
Ainda assim, o lago estava ali na nossa frente.
A lua se banhava em sua superfície lisa.
Lembro do seu corpo...
Quase completamente branco à luz da lua.
A água estava quente e ainda negra.