Times tears into pieces, everyday is a scream Moment fades into a ringing in your ears And if everything’s fine you will hear your laughter It is time that's laughing, tilting back its head If something is wrong, moan is crushed down with tear And will drown to the bottom of troubled times, as sand And sometimes there's only time and emptiness Nothing is happening: silence
I’m hearing her lips’ whisper, her fine perfume I’m hearing the rustle of her dress and her footsteps' sound When she is asleep I can hear her dreams I can even hear each eyelash she raises And if she suddenly cries in her pillow at night I’ll count how many tears she’s hiding from me But she’s not here now, somewhere she went And nothing is happening: silence Loneliness scares me, imprisons me in I'm hearing the silent gritting of my circulation system Heart beats on my head with its huge hammer of pain And eyes burn from formed salt I’m counting down seconds, counting down hours I’m waiting for the one who will bring me silence And he comes in with a bag where winter hides Water, spoon, cotton wool and silence
I’m not hearing what I want, but what I have to My time only flows by moans And with every hour these moans fade away And sometimes I can’t hear them at all And I can’t hear the steps of something terrible close But soon I will meet with this wandering stare And time will end, along with emptiness Only silence is left.