Songtext von The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies

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