We miss the whispering, we hate the noise, we cant bear the silence, we dont want to talk, we cant talk about it, we cant talk about it, we dont want to talk about it, we dont want to talk about it, we dont want to talk about it, we dont want to talk about it, we dont want to talk about it, we dont want to talk about it, we
dont want to talk about it, we
dont know it. We woke up and
said that we are awake, we said that we are awake, we have
forgotten the era of the glory of the wind,
today when the dam is closed, we are dry and barren, we are tired
of whispering, we hate the humor, we cannot
bear to be silent, we do not want to speak, we are
anxious, a thousand obsessions, but
for a lifetime, I did not see what we have
in ourselves.They said, "You are awake," we said, "We are awake,
I have blocked your way, you have blocked my path, there is
no hope of liberation, when we are all walled, we are tired of whispering, we hate the noise, we cant bear to be silent, we dont want to talk, we cant stand the rubble of distress,
what should we run to, when we are
bewildered, we are afraid of the whisper, we hate the noise, we cant bear silence, we dont want to speak, we cant breathe, we have the
rubble of distress, what should we flee to?"
