Els Crits

The girl wakes up to the sound of silence from the moment just passed
Heart full, world empty, skies like embers burning out
And the anxiety of when we don’t hear the cries
And the anxiety of when we don’t hear the cries

Sometimes, when you think about it, she finds herself sighing to be the hole
Could be what’s missing, or what used to be
Or the blindness of those who turn a deaf ear to the cries
Or the blindness of those who turn a deaf ear to the cries

The same immense death of a distant summer night
The same immense death of a toy at the bottom of a river

Often without realizing it, she flaps her wings and around her grow a billion flowers
Fragile and proud, eternity is in the colors

And the strength with those who make songs from the cries
And the strength with those who turn cries into songs

And the same intense light of a distant summer night
And the same intense light of the girl when she smiles
The same intense light
Of the girl when she smiles