The night's filters do not respond Sweat is dropping on the pillow And my mind is in a larger agitation Which is pressing the temples Echoes of wind / echoes of wind My hand are searching your fingers The d**h of sleep and the artificial caress I wait for the morning time Around the the night in silence The watcher dreams the joy That man was in the garden The devils are waiting Echoes of wind / echoes of wind My hands are searching your fingers Behind that door there's somebody calling Edges have no end