5335 Your wings and my wings touched them by chance

You had already desired 

All your longings, 

When my shooting star 

Crossed the sky 

Of your life and i saw myself fall 

Like the celestial archangel 

Without wings, 

Icarus whose desire 

To fly around the aura 

That comes from your hair 

Was never fulfilled.

Your wings and my wings 

Touched them by chance, 

One morning of moons 

When the sun was just 

Beginning to rise.

I had already longed 

For all my desires, 

When your shooting star 

Crossed the sky 

Of my life and i saw you fall 

Like the celestial archangel 

Without wings, 

Icarus whose desire 

To fly around the aura 

That comes from my hair 

Was never fulfilled.