Abracadabras

We put note upon note
Word upon word
With a precise desire
Let the spell of our abracadabras take effect

Night owls and spoiled
Butterfly Thieves
We let time pass
Seeking to give a phrase that mysterious force

And where do the songs we release into the wind go?
Bringing to what hearts, who knows what feelings
Whoever has a verse to give
Let him open his hand and deliver it
That to the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy that does not water it

A rumor, some new emotion to shipwreck
With this voice, so good, I would like to turn the sun around

Night owls and spoiled
Butterfly Thieves
We let time pass
Seeking to give a phrase that mysterious force

And where do the songs we release into the wind go?
Bringing to what hearts, who knows what feelings
Whoever has a verse to give
Let him open his hand and deliver it
That to the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy that does not water it