There's a spark that it spreads as it burns, then it turns into fire
There's a stone no man owns that it rolls down the road as she desires
When the nights go purple I can even hear them sing, both together like: La, la, la
There's a leave that it floats on a stream as she's dream by ancient sirens
There's a feather that it flies on the wind from the wing of nest-less owls
When the nights go purple I can only hear them sing, all together like: La, la, la
There's a star that it shines in the sky and it always sets my mood
Every man is a child when it comes down to staring at the moon
As long as nights go purple I will always find myself all together like: La, la, la