Give me some silence so that I can touch The undisturbed lucidity of the air I feel my pulse in my sleep, through dreams that hide within I open to the images which lazily float in Each generation has a story to tell Stripped of our dream we sit down on clouds And vanish together with the setting sun Fading among the letters written to the past We wander and weave our nights together with mornings, Thoughts strain to hear the voice of life unfulfilled The drama of evenings and nights when the we only dream of leaving Deep in the shadow the fear of the invisible appears, Silence arrives next and sits between us Once again light crumbles in our hands Misfortune makes stronger memories than bliss Space crushes us down, grabs us and chokes us Sweet dream of satisfaction haunts us no more We awake full of fears that all we built Soon will fall apart again But the song never dies with the man Absorbing light we become light ourselves