Amapola

There's a swan in a toad in a beetle
flying towards me
I can see you, tall and fearless.
There's a dancer
dancing at the bottom of an endless well,
I can see you, move your hands,
until the present.

Every morning they speak to me from you
every lake of absence that my eye detects.

This January sky brought a poppy
in the form of a cloud
I will push it very slowly.
The days make their way, the hours make their way
and everything remains here, as if waiting to be
water for a thirst, hand for a wanderer.

Every morning they speak to me from you
every lake of absence that my eye detects.
And all that fauna that walks knows me
every lake of absence that my eye detects. Oh!

Every morning they speak to me from you
every lake of absence that my eye detects.
And all that fauna that walks knows me
every lake of absence that my eye detects.

I won't forget you, I won't forget you...
I won't forget you... No... Oh...