The Last of the Cluster
The temperance of silence is youThe shade of the letter is youThe color of your eyes is more beautifulif you see a more majestic dreamthat a star that soars and is more preciousthan a sleep that holds one's shelterDon't sleep
Oh, Your voice is musicWithin it the soul livesIt draws with every namethe fragrance of prayer and secret revealingDo not leave, noNo, no, no
Sing, so we don't forgetSo we do not forget the paths of dreamsGive me more so that we do not perishSo we do not perish [like] the dust of the words