This night a firefly lights up my window
I would keep it in an old tin
he said, what is the secret? Listening in silence
and never blooming inside the heart of a flower in the city
ha ha ...
What time the time has stopped
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
now that time has stopped
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
knots in the throat that scratch the white hands of silence
and I would never look towards a bottle in the sky
ha ha ha ...
(What)...
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
Tonight a firefly lights up my window
and I collect images, inside the receipt of something I don't know