He makes couches but you don't know how to lie down
On the couch that wasn't built by him
A couch serves not only for us to sit on them
If you lie on a couch it turns into a bed
You hold out your hands to greet someone
But you only give your hand if the greeting is paid
You say you don't want to give out your hand
You say that you'll be in contact with other hands
Disgusting hands
Ways don't grow on the bed, but we can find them
We only need to take chances and not be afraid
And let it lean because we've found a way
We'd better not stop because it can't be undone
When you stop doing what you usually do
Breathing in this sea that's an intense wind
The lungs set up, the heart pushes
And let's lie down on the sofa we bear in our chests
He went to take a travel, he traveled overseas
And he came back to the place he belonged to
The wind is conquering every new place
Overseas and the place that goes inside
To go inside is also a travel
And looking to a place that you can't see
The middle of it bears no secret
With no statue, no map, only an uncovering
Inside there's no place for you to look if you move
And fade every thought away
You'll find the place where you're supposed to avoid
And let go, unguided and lie down
Make space on the couch that our feeling created