When everything gets dark, he listens, she talks,
when the orange evening untangles the hank,
when my body shivers and all my things are packed
you have to make arrangements
so they open the windows and let me leave,
don't let the night hurt.
You will say goodbye to me and I will burn in a star.
And you will celebrate this little miracle.

Some years have gone by since the last promise,
she left and left forgotten a sleeping body.
We will dream one night she was stung by the distaff
and never awakened.
And all that remains for him is to celebrate
this last offering,
he will say goodbye to her and she will burn in a star
and he will celebrate this little miracle,
his little miracle.

He has opened the windows, she goes away smiling,
he imagines while the orange evening falls.
We choose our path, also the end of the journey,
and now let's celebrate,
under the light of a blue evening star,
the heroic deed of being alive,
meeting you here, all that we were,
you know, anyway,
our little miracle,
my little miracle.