Abracadabras

We stack note on note
Word on word
With a precise wish
To make the spell of our abracadabras work

Night owls and spoiled ones
Thieves of butterflies
We let time pass
Trying to give a phrase that mysterious power

And where do the songs go that we release into the wind?
Carrying to what hearts, who knows what feelings
Whoever has a verse to share
Open your hand and give it
To the flower of poetry
There’s no melancholy, don’t let it drown

A whisper, some new emotion to shipwreck
With this voice that, oh, I wish could turn the sun around

Night owls and spoiled ones
Thieves of butterflies
We let time pass
Trying to give a phrase that mysterious power

And where do the songs go that we release into the wind?
Carrying to what hearts, who knows what feelings
Whoever has a verse to share
Open your hand and give it
To the flower of poetry
There’s no melancholy, don’t let it drown