The refrain is waning, notes slower and slower, until you reach the silence.
A heavy silence, because of misconduct.
Missing words, missing persons and their laughter.
Yet, here I am in the middle of the road, but there is nothing, if not the night and asphalt.
Cigarette smoking, burning throat.
Some speak of the value of silence, a tremendous value.
But when it can not be more of this sea flat and calm?
When you need a storm, a gust of wind?
Today, I need a safe haven. Give me a
sea.
I want to be there, watching the world go by.
feel part of it, to feel part of the world, who do not know. A
smell the salt.
The carillon is now stopped.
There is nothing, to talk about. Only
of silence ...
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