We miss the whispering of the humility We do not have the silence nor the desire is a disturbed debris on what we do. The whispering of the nostalgia We have no silence nor the desire We did not know ourselves. We woke up We said we woke up The glory of the wind has gone to us today that we are dry and unknowingly But I didnt see what we have in ourselves Dada, who wasted, we did, and we do not get the cloud and we do not know We didnt know ourselves. Silence is not a desire What is the debris to run away Hengameh is amazed to put it Missing the whispering to hate the hum being Neither the silence nor the desire to speak