Brumas

They leave the head in a place
And the water rises with their feet, let's see
Several rocks, orange footprints
That won't be here tomorrow

Almost half leaves in the fire
They threw themselves into the street
The brothers of love
The brothers of love
The brothers of love

Clear spells
From the bottom
Are projected onto your real body

It's the cool mists of your breed
That bring back the memory, maybe

Several footprints in the grass
And a message in the mist
The head in your place