When the pa**ing means something Inside the letters of the silent news You'll understand that your dreams're scanty You'll be relaxed, you'll touch You'll make it sure There's another side Behind the gates of consummation If the faults are walled in The sense of fear increasing Your legs go the wrong way Without the pretension of changing And you get bored 'cause of every smile Because you can't see anything behind Every day you pay the fee for the lessons Of the similar weekdays You claim to get something or somebody Who needs you To play together With the other's tolerance What's your claim? What can you give or offer? The wheel turns round in your hands Your desire wobbles on its edge Our age is getting greenish grey Sometimes this picture disperses or gathers Together Black and white dizziness Relax into this enervated day You start, you arrive Why don't you look around? You feel the chill, only... The warmth fades away...