It's a broken opinion about a broken world
Like a cry explodes the child's sleep
A sunny day, a warm night
I'm pulling out the last sheet of my life
This circle closed up on me
And I hadn't enough time to tell you
And the silence opens me its doors
It's a pity I hadn't enough time to tell you about that
Try to kill that what is burning in me
Try to decide what will die in you
The silence opens me its doors...