What sense to scream, when no one wants to listen
What is our talk about...
We seem to have been dead for such a long time.
We were lit and then would slowly be burnt out
When there are lots of us Great fire may break out
And the cities are like crematorium and hubbub
And everyone used to turn a blind eye to all this
When no one wants to hear you, what sense for screaming is?
The silence can be kept, or songs be sung,
we can stay or run away, but anyway to burn,
A big blue whale can not break the solid chain.
Surrender or not, but anyway to burn.
the sky closes in on itself again
wires and the words
And once again the sky spills onto all of us
Answers and the rains
And if understanding once came into your own mind
And a wish of shouting appeared from insight
Go on, let's shout, but you won`t be understood
None of them, believe me, wants to change his mood.
The silence can be kept, or songs be sung,
We can stay or run away, but anyway to burn,
A big blue whale can not break the solid chain.
Surrender or not, but anyway to burn.
The silence can be kept, or songs be sung,
we can stay or run away, but anyway to burn,
Burn, but don`t burn out, we`ll be bored by such a life
Burn but don't burn out, burn to give us light….