Ataraxia - The Tale Of The Crying Fire-Flies Lyrics
Strange acorns of goose-grey laurelbrushwoods, branches and insectslaying down the border of the brothchannelbeside the eyesan asphalted emerald hillstudded of intermittent lightsfire-flies and syrenssea-urchins and fire-fliesfire-flies and wagonshedgehogs and fire-fliesbut whirls,the funeral umbrellaof your gowns,my dear, my dearestmy dear, my dearestyou fire-flies who cry