Mea luna lux mearum
Mea luna
Mea luna lux mearum
Mea luna
Diadem of the night
So is the moon
A precious stone
Her round heart is a womb
Holding a timid light
She's pale, silky, stretches out her fingers
Reaches you, caresses your face
Icy softness, illusive feeling
The fullness of a moment whose memory is already almost gone
Mea luna lux mearum
Mea luna
Mea luna lux mearum
Mea luna