The wind takes part in my words
Reminds you of time, digs into the past
Injects your serum, moistens your eyes and images blur
It takes time away from what you once loved. ..
Flags fall to half-mast in disappointment
Seismographs sense emotions
Everyone feels the course of history
Touching past one's own body
The events are focused ten thousand times
Forces the meaning into the unknown heart
The human being responds worldwide in the language of pain
And from every throat it screams:
I am grief in form
And crawl from every throat Songs:
Pro-depressants
The wind takes part in my words
Reminds me of the time and I know
There is no light leading out of the night