Letra de Fleur (english)

From the rifts of the clouds floating in the sunset sky,
The light of miracles spreads.
I watched the form sucked up in the clouds in fascination,
The fleur I can no longer reach.

You wake and wander around, wrapped in brilliant light.
You leave your form to the whispers of the tiny birds,
Not realizing anything, not even your deep scars.
In the clouds, the flowers have bloomed.

But, the memories dyed in sepia
Are always reflecting in the silent sky.
Now, realising that person´s feelings,
I embrace ephemerality.

The sunset burns the sky of the heart until it hurts.
You wished for
"Happiness when our eyes meet".
It might be just a bit, but if I can give it to you, I want to.
It´s already too late.

In this time and in this place
We held hands and cuddled close.
Is it too late to go back to that morning
When we passed each other by?

The sunset you painted tells me so much it hurts.
Even if I were to forget the wounded memories,
The feelings would become stronger.
I blame my regret.


If I could do anything, I´d still give you flowers, even now.
(a flower... a flower...)

I hold the flowers that have already withered, and the scenery dyes me...

Like the past dyed in sepia.