The night is full

Sounds of men sighing are carned by the night 
Their ingenuous desires or perverse ambitions 
On her wings 

She can carry it all: 
Dreams of biting an apple or 

Desire for a victory at any cost 
The night resounds with desperate cries 
You'll distinguish them all one after the other 
Just listen well inside the silence 
You'll hear them struggling with each other