Daga

Fluffy flame
Spilled in the sun
With my glass dagger, glass dagger
Critical tongue in your poetic thirst
Glass dagger, slowly takes me to search
Critical tongue in your poetic thirst

Who spoke of sadness?
She became prey to the golden samurai
His song blinded her, she surrendered
To the warrior under the bonsai
Who spoke of sadness?
She became prey to the golden samurai
His song blinded her, she surrendered

I would throw stones and branches in the valley
To fill it so no one would die again
In those waters, you wouldn't drown
You could walk on paths of fire
I swear it's not a game
Nü Wa repeated it: 'The gold reflected' [Saying]
The gold reflected, the gold reflected
The gold reflected, the gold reflected
The gold reflected, the gold reflected
The gold reflected, the gold reflected

Who spoke of sadness?
She became prey to the golden samurai
His song blinded her, she surrendered
To the warrior under the bonsai

Who spoke of sadness?
She became prey to the golden samurai
His song blinded her, she surrendered

Spreads her wings like Hitchcock
At dawn, gold comes out of her mouth
4-7-1-4
Five elements, Feng Shui
I want to get lost in the oil of night
Spilled in the sun

With my glass dagger
With my glass dagger, glass dagger
Critical tongue in your poetic thirst
Glass dagger, slowly takes me to search
Critical tongue in your poetic thirst