The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies Lyrics - Ataraxia

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