Lyrics

ANGELS' ABACUS

down here in the mud again
grey sludge, every acorn we gather
by morning will be frozen with dew again
your blue Mars, with his feathers
came bruising through
and the mountains all recharged
giant battery, burnt out on me and you

and oh they're talking 'bout
talking 'bout us
and oh what did we do
to deserve all this fuss
and oh let's give them more
something more to count and discuss
on the angels' abacus

(English translation)
the light here is your candles in full color
I put them out and the smoke disappears
like the traces of my heart
you will enjoy a puppet in the fog
and me, I will sing with the melodies
of my noisy skies

oh we will talk with these angels
oh one beautiful day
you will take away all my lies
oh my love, climb with me on theses steps
climb with me......