Ataraxia - The Tale of the Crying Fire-flies lyrics

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