Carmen Consoli
Miscellaneous
Firefly
this night a firefly
lights up my window
and I would keep it inside an old jar
he said the secret is< br/>listen in silence
and inside the heart of a flower in the city never bloom
now that time has stopped
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
knots in throat that scratch
the white hands of silence
and towards a sky in a bottle I would like
never to look
now that time has stopped
I am waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
this night a firefly
lights up my window
and in the receipt I don't know