"The Little Fete" by Vangelis

I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers.
We are allways three ... counting my shadow and my friend
the shimmering moon
Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is
never thirsty
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. when I
dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities the guests must depart. this sadness I
do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows
me