the morning has come, but there's one room still in dark
he doesn't need light, there is nothing that he wants to or needs to see
all the pieces of the world are going back to their places
but he's still in dark. he has an empty glass and one cigarette
nobody finds him, and he finds no one anymore
the wind of the city, it comes through the window
and he just listens to the sound,
he just listens to the sound though he can't understand
there is crying, there is fighting, they are angry
but who knows the reason why they are doing so
and they want somebody to love and to blame
but who know the reason why they are doing so
and he doesn't see
the only thing that he wants deep silence can make him sleep
he's walking toward the wind and closing the window