[01:17.186]Red-eyed and desperately sad a girl in Colombia
[01:20.340]Whispered to K-San
[01:22.143]My sister is dead my sister
[01:24.753]Whose life was mine.What can I do
[01:28.655]K-San took her trembling hands
[01:30.555]And warmed them between his own
[01:32.705]Water and ice' he said his eyes shining 'Ice and water'
[01:39.015]K-San sat up with her all night
[01:41.367]He pointed out that
[01:42.716]At the festival tomorrow
[01:44.140]The Meddelín night shall be a huge canvas
[01:47.244]For there will be fireworks
[01:48.842]And they will light up your eyes
[01:50.594]And you will feel more alive than ever before
[01:52.995]Just as your sister would wish for you
[01:56.113]And as she finally gently settled down to sleep
[02:00.818]In the pre-dawn quiet he wrote her a poem
[02:09.032]A clock a candle
[02:14.022]The moon is finished grieving
[02:17.673]The hour brightens