the electric bonfire
galder izagirre / maria odolbatu
Ciber has fanned flames with a heart alight.
So we don’t feel the cold,
so we feel nice and comfy and alright with ourselves,
so that nobody falls asleep as the films of our lives
are projected onto the screen formed by the flames,
to see if our dreams catch fire or sizzle out.
There’s a small fire with heart burning away
in the most hidden recess of our bodies.
Don’t let that bonfire go out.
Don’t let the word become ash.
Don’t let our little fire with that heart stop beating.
So we don’t feel the cold,
so we feel nice and comfy and alright with ourselves,
so that nobody falls asleep as the films of our lives
are projected onto the screen formed by the flames,
to see if our dreams catch fire or sizzle out.
There’s a small fire with heart burning away
in the most hidden recess of our bodies.
Don’t let that bonfire go out.
Don’t let the word become ash.
Don’t let our little fire with that heart stop beating.
