Paroles de Rosalia

A silver moon prays in the dungeon Cries aloud the sunflower. Fields and soldiers,kids and ladies in black Under the armour of a dead knight. And it comes...a seagull a flock so quietly! Above the moon anchors and sowings, Harvest of the crusades. Those who gnaws the nails,corrodes the brain. Here´s the solitude coastward. And it comes as a long drift And some schizophrenic screams! And there´s no boat to transport disordered feelings. I see Rosalia in chains Swallowed by ocean flames!! Rosalia!!...Rosalia!!