When fathers are putting their sons to sleep
There's an empty chair next to my bed - and a book is waiting
Only a small wound is left in the soul - that time will heal
But in this diary of memories - there's no end
Even though it hurts, I keep paging through
I am a morning - that confuses herself with an evening
I am a whisper - that hears her voice as a scream
I am a wave - that turns into a sea
That lacks shores
So these years go by - and in that you almost forget
What kind of surface - you actually leap from
Should you peek in the closet - or take a day at a time
And be content with what you get - and believe in better
I get stuck between two worlds...
I am a morning - that confuses herself with an evening
I am a whisper - that hears her voice as a scream
And I'm wind - that goes off into a storm
I am a wave - that turns into a sea
That lacks shores
In the dark I wander to every direction
I take a direction for myself from the sunrise
I am a morning - that confuses herself with an evening
I am a whisper - that hears her voice as a scream
And I'm wind - that goes off into a storm
I'm a morning(morning, morning. morning)
("Vuu-u-huu")
And I'm wind(wind, wind, wind)
("Vuu-u-huu")