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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/ataraxia/the_tale_of_the_crying_fireflies.html ]
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
