Lyrics

To my friend Ali, some lyrics full of wisdom

The letter

I want to stop thinking about the same thing over and over
as everything was lies, ash and embers
I want my window open, to be hit by freh air
to have my mind empty
and the time with me

I don't want you to talk to me about the things you have lived
even if the glass has been broken, does it really matter?
I want you to come and find me
to have a chat
how do we feel so passionately
how do we live so indifferently

I don't want you to be sad on Sunday evenings
without this darkness, the time is meaningless

I want you to leave to save yourself and stop complaining
to forget who you were and what you looked like during the trip
thus I will love more but see you less
like a distant woman I fell in love with just before leaving

I don't want you to be sad on Sunday evenings
without the darkness, the time is meaningless

Good morning

When a man is silent, he falls in a well
with its walls shining in the dark
and it is just when everything looks fuzzy and gloomy
that a twist of fate makes his mind working again.

And then everything looks fair and nicely made
crying and happiness
theaters and markets
the world's mysteries and tortures.