| Closed to me by a wall of silence
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| I never tried to ask for reasons
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| I see the answer in their faces:
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| «Don't try to speak a language
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| You even don’t understand»
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| Sometimes it seems the less I hear the more I see
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| Deaf I am but blinded the men around me
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| Thinking about my life makes me feel
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| Like walking on thin ice
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| I’ll break through by roaring sounds
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| An unreal fall with silent cries
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| Feeling their looks burning on my skin
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| When I’m trying to explain
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| Always not alone but I can hear
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| My inner silence calling me back
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| Sometimes it seems the less I hear the more I see
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| Deaf I am but blinded the men around me
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| The silence of being
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| Just an empty feeling
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| A voyage into the unknown
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| No trip out of this stillness
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| Four walls seem to get closer
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| To hug me into solitude
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| But how can I live
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| When silence kills my being?
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| Day by day, Piece by piece
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| Crawling in my innerself
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| Fingers of lonelyness
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| Slowly touch my soul
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| Desolation, isolation
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| Discontent with my situation
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| Frustration, simulation,
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| To hear is my solicitation
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| Thinking about my life makes me feel
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| Like walking on thin ice
|
| I’ll break through by roaring sounds
|
| An unreal fall with silent cries
|
| Feeling their looks burning on my skin
|
| When I’m trying to explain
|
| Always not alone but I can hear
|
| My inner silence calling me back
|
| Sometimes it seems the less I hear the more I see
|
| Deaf I am but blinded the men around me
|
| The silence of being
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| Just an empty feeling
|
| A voyage into the unknown
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| No trip out of this stillness |