I am the sun
That from the plinth of shadow
Looks at something that was yesterday tomorrow
If you went the paths of my thoughts
You could say a few words
That are missing
In the late summer
A lazy late summer
A lazy late summer
I am the Star
That knows somewhere there is someone
Shining like my sorrow
He's looking at yesterday tomorrow
He knows the paths of my thoughts
He would say a few words
That are missing
In the late summer
A lazy late summer
A lazy late summer
Thinking about the inessential
Daydreaming about the reality
Makes me build while destroying
Without the skin's shell
Naked flesh is bleeding
Like the touch of knife in a drawer
Not expecting the awakening
A lazy late summer
A lazy late summer