We are wandering around a warm country again
A malachite meadow of the sea
Return birds are dying
Among oranges at crossroads

In purple-gray meadows
The sky is stretched by the fluidity of the arcades
The landscape soaks softly into the eyelids
The salt clotted on her bare lips

And in the evenings in the bay currents
The night licks the sea with its sweet mane
Summer is heavy like soft pears
Scalded by the wind like nettle

Night in front of the pearl fountains
Grapes of stars are giving away
We wander the warm earth again
We walk warm again
Country
A malachite meadow of the sea
Return birds are dying
Among oranges at crossroads

We are wandering around a warm country again
A malachite meadow of the sea
Return birds are dying
Among oranges at crossroads

Night in front of the pearl fountains
Grapes of stars are giving away
We wander the warm earth again
We walk warm again
Country
A malachite meadow of the sea ...