Sixpence None The Richer

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo
(The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
The night wind revolves in the sky.)
Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
(To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.)
Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
The saddest lines about her.