[Verse 1]
The night is more beautiful, you live better
For whom doesn't yawn up until five
And the city breathes again and it looks like it's sleeping
And the darkness transforms it and changes its shape
And everything is quieter, everything is near
And there isn't traffic, and there isn't chaos
At least not the bad one, the one which stresses you out
The people of the night, always the same
You know everyonе like in a village
Always the samе faces, month after month
And the day changes laws and changes goverments
And the summers passes, and the winter passes

[Verse 2]
The people of the night always survive
Hidden in the clubs, concealed between the shadows
The people of the night have weird jobs
Some start today and end tomorrow
Barmen, drug dealers, whores and newsagents
Cops, transvestites, people searcing for trouble
Club owners, strippers, truck drivers
Night watchmen, thieves and journalists
Bakers and pastry chefs, photo models
At night the girls all look beautiful
And sometimes you meet one in the disco
You see her again in the morning and she looks like a witch
The night makes her game and it's useful for that too
To make everything, everything look a little more beautiful
[Verse 3]
Talking in a car in front of a doorway
And at four and a half having dinner
With hot croissants and coffee with milk
And when the sun rises saying "Good night!"
And read the newspaper before anyone else
Knowing in preview the good and the bad news
During the night the words flow more slowly
But it's easier to talk with people
To know the stories, each unique
To know that in the world no one is normal
Everyone will hve something to teach you
Very different people, of every colour

[verse 4]
I like the night and I love it
Since I see many dawns and very few mornings
The night adopted me and gave me a job
Which I love a lot, no, I adore it
My name is Jovanotti, and I am a deejay
And I never go to sleep before six