Tystnaden

This melody could be the story of us
These sounds recount pieces of our usual lives
Differences join us in a dim canvas
Clashes make us stronger
But at the same time they weaken us
But when we’re there it’s as if our cores
Become a single one
Tears and jokes, rage and thoughts
Let’s enter the people’s depth
This drama could be the melody of us
Visionary view through our arms and minds
But when we’re there it’s as if our cores
Become a single one
Tears and jokes, rage and thoughts
Let’s enter the sightseer’s heart
As the paint in a gallery
Touches deeply sightseer’s heart
Joy is everything skims over our wall
Suffering and pain weaken us as far as going away
But a gaze towards the sky where sun is wonder
Where nothing becomes world
Where our light shines