Lunar Mirage Video (MV)

Your soul, a landscape softly drawn,
Where fleeting figures dance 'til dawn.
With lutes in hand, they hum and play,
Their voices lost in the light of day.
Beneath the moon, a haunting gleam,
It bends the light, a fleeting dream.
The song it sings, both soft and slow,
A cruel mirage where lost hearts go.
The masks, with smiles that veil their pain,
Spin fleeting joy like soft refrain.
They sing of love that's never true,
A melody that fades from view.
Beneath the moon, a haunting gleam,
It bends the light, a fleeting dream.
The song it sings, both soft and slow,
A cruel mirage where lost hearts go.
The moon, a guide through night's embrace,
It lights the way, a silver trace.
Among the trees, the birds still cry,
While fountains weep beneath the sky.
Beneath the moon, a haunting gleam,
It bends the light, a fleeting dream.
The song it sings, both soft and slow,
A cruel mirage where lost hearts go.
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres,
Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,
Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres.