Luciole
The House in Fata Morgana
Luciole
Alguém grita na cabeça
E faz me confuso
Ele é Shakespeare?
Ou o Músico com violino?
Seu cabelo prateado
Seus olhos parece a Lua
Encher, e cair
Mudou meu dias fastidioso
Ensine-me o luz, veraz
O mundo vem significação
Nuvem, não esconde na sombra
Deus, não reduzi a Lua
Seus olhos parece a Lua
Encher, e cair
Clarão da Lua ilumina
E colore meu mundo
Queria ficar ao lado de você
Eu via a Lua crescente
Shouting echoes inside my head
Throwing me into a frenzy
Is it the voice of that playwright
Or everyone's favorite violinist?
Hair of shining silver
And eyes like the Moon
Waxing and waning
You gave color to my life so dull
And showed me what the light felt like
Brought meaning to a world so bland
Oh clouds, cast not yours shadows down
God above, don't hide the Moon from me
Yours eyes shine like the Moon
Waxing and waning
The moonlight cast away
The umbra that was once my world
I watch It waxing across the starry sky
Because I want to know you're there with me
