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.