Deciduous trees shivering; the afternoon
Afraid of the dusk closing in
Battling their branches
To endure the approaching winter; they cannot escape

Wind that does not carry letters
Clouds that do not forecast anything
Soundless rain, a roaring silence
The boxed sky, the freedom will eat us alive

Hands that can't caress her cheeks
Lips that forgot how to kiss
Hair that doesn't want to be caressed
The freedom will eat us alive

Nights that don't sleep
Lights that paint over the moonlight
Nights that don't sleep
The boxed sky looking down upon us

The unbalanced world
The distorted towers
We don't know the intention why flowers have color
This unequal monotone
The distorted storm of colors
We knew the color of the sky, back then

Nights that don't sleep
Lights that paint over the moonlight
Nights that don't sleep
The boxed sky looking down upon us

The unbalanced world
The distorted towers
We don't know the intention why flowers have color
This unequal monotone
The distorted storm of colors
We knew the color of the sky, back then