The Smell Of Powder On San Juan's Night

The smell of powder on San Juan's night Was so exciting for that old child Bonfires and fireworks Burning useless clocks Under a cloak of night A fountain of sparks The smell of powder on San Juan's night Clockwork butterflies fly under the moonlight Smell of summer smoke A time without locks In a tiny hand The sparkles shine Witches are no more Legends or rumours And all shooting stars Blood tears from the scar On the shredded shroud Of this forgotten San Juan's night The smell of powder on San Juan's night Was so exciting for that old child Bonfires and fireworks Burning useless clocks Under a cloak of night A fountain of sparks Children jumping in a bonfire Trying to be the bravest lad Turning mad to burn all sad Times into a common pyre Children jumping in a bonfire Trying to be the bravest lad Turning mad to burn all sad Times into a common pyre Witches are no more Legends or rumours And all shooting stars Blood tears from the scar On the shredded shroud Of this forgotten San Juan's night