Inside me, an intense song
A song that's not mine,
A song that became suspended,
A song which is now lost.
Where could I have heard
This voice sing this way,
I've already lost its sense,
A song passing by lost,
That not being mine is in me.
Dreaming dreaming a dream,
A sluggish dream, wistful
With frayed clouds
And once again the dream
Passes anew singing.
Above a peaceful lake
The waters look to the sky,
A bat rubs its wings
And far off the song died.
Where could I have heard
This voice sing this way,
I've already lost its sense,
And this split scenario
Returns again repeated
And the song recedes into me.