| Song | Colouring Nocturnal Lemons |
| Artist | Ataraxia |
| Album | The Moon Sang on the April Chair |
| Flakes of lights | |
| flakes of voices | |
| wherever pirouetted | |
| like a primigenial chaos | |
| like a futurist site | |
| gushing rainbows | |
| gushing darkness | |
| evaporated we... | |
| ethereal we... | |
| in the glass dome | |
| flakes of light | |
| while clementines and lemons | |
| rest | |
| in the sharp teeth | |
| of fire-clay fishes |