San Cosme Y San Damian

A swarm of stars
So you don't get lost
Talismans against all kinds of evils
And a Christmas prism, so we know where you are

We unfold the maps of all dreams
We meet again
At a point between
San Cosme and San Damian

The wolves form a pack
Which is poetry of voracity

And it's so
Fragile the voice
And it's so
Weak that I am
Like a glass urn about to shatter

Like a summer that passed
I start to miss you
Like a spoonful of salt
Dissolving zigzag in the sea

And it's so
Fragile the voice
And it's so
Weak that I am
Like a glass urn about to shatter

And it's so