Centella

From your window
Happiness
Lights up the stars
I ride the sea
Of loneliness
In a spark

I, who will no longer be
What I was or am
What I wished for yesterday
I keep my heart
So as not to lose it
Under your skirt

Girl, don't allow me
To allow myself to keep it
Because a kept heart
Holds nothing in the heart

Give me your stars
For my spark has already gone out
To take flight
And reach the sky of your balcony