Eco

It was Saturn's turn, your turn between your gaze, fairy
Well, with a telescope, I copy in itself what it portrays, it treats
That I hallucinate, cinema

Your word never works on my feelings, I lie
And your planet, being a paradise, did
The whole universe verse

A butterfly rests on your beautiful hair
Because your delay dances, makes the bond hard
While I ask Cupid to pass between my bars
Let's stop making echo, echo, echo in this hole

Fate lacked the wisdom to outline you, art
And your crystals were such lights that they entangled, gave
Always to my pupil, pile

And you make delirium a lily, which with its whiteness cures
To this melody, day, that makes in detail, carve
Almost to my comet, goal

A butterfly rests on your beautiful hair
Because your delay dances, makes the bond hard
While I ask Cupid to pass between my bars
To stop being just imagined