Oh Lord,
how few normal people there are in this world!
Only me and my imaginary friends.

I see the cracks,
the broken lies,
but still,
your voice calls me blind.

One day,
I’ll break free—
but tonight,
I fall again.

About an abandoned city,
where the wind is the only inhabitant,
knocking on windows and singing
through the empty streets.

Pain comes,
Pain comes,
And it stays,
It is with me,
Pain comes.

It hisses and sings,
Like wind that never dies,
And I cannot escape,
Unavoidable, it comes,
Pain comes.

It wears my skin,
It dances in my heart,
I cannot remove it,
It has filled me,
Pain comes.

I scream,
But silence only echoes,
And it doesn’t go far,
It’s like a shadow,
Pain comes.

Pain comes,
And it stays,
All the time,
Always,
Pain comes.

We are locked within ourselves
and searching for keys we’ve long since lost.
But when we find them,
will we still remember
what we wanted to open?

Only light will remain.
Only light.
And we will forget the words.

And then the night comes –
she smells of fog
and secrets,
with stars looking down from above
and remaining silent.

I drive, and it seems to me
that you are in every tree, in every gust of wind
i find your laughter
your eyes’ reflection
in every edge of a cloud
i drive
until the tears mix with the rain
and every breath
becomes heavier than the last
even the night’s silence
echoed with your steps
reflected in every snowflake
you are my morning
and my night
my beginning and my end