Ataraxia - The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies Lyrics

Strange acorns of goose-grey laurel

brushwoods, branches and insects

laying down the border of the brothchannel



beside the eyes

an asphalted emerald hill

studded of intermittent lights



fire-flies and syrens

sea-urchins and fire-flies

fire-flies and wagons

hedgehogs and fire-flies



but whirls,

the funeral umbrella

of your gowns,

my dear, my dearest

my dear, my dearest

you fire-flies who cry