Let someone remember me in the night,
Let someone remember me in the night,
And come to the stars, in their twinkling light,
To plead for a meeting, with all of their might.
Let someone remember me in the night.
They'll say, "Come to the heavens, above,"
"These stars, they do frighten, with all of their love."
"We speak of your name," in whispers we weave,
"And they shine ever brighter, we can’t believe."
This moon, with its yearning, a burning above,
This moon, with its yearning, destroying my love,
Why does it destroy, that love I crave?
Let someone remember me in the night.
I was silent, but birds began to sing,
And the pleader, they sulked, with a sorrowful sting.
I was silent, but birds began to sing,
And the pleader, they sulked, a heart in its swing.
That sulking heart, a wound it would bring,
And my startled dream, it shattered, taking wing.
Now I weep, for when night will descend,
And the pleader again, their plea will extend.
Let someone remember me in the night.
First, set the heavens ablaze with your fire,
Then ask of the moon, and the stars in the choir,
"What grudge do you hold, 'gainst love's desire?"
And we, the lovers, consumed by the pyre.
I will eclipse the moon, dimming its gleam,
I will eclipse the moon, a forgotten dream,
And every star, their sorrow will seem,
To let someone remember me in the night.
Let someone remember me in the night.
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