i ask the lips, why are you crying?
'I lost my colour, i lost my flame,  
i lost my longing'.
The eye says:
'I lost the inward tenderness,
fade the light around me'
and the ear,
'i don't hear harmonies
but lamentations and screams'.
And the heart whispers:
'Finally the breeze
will continiue to lightly caresses
the night sky
and the clouds will disolve.
Pain itself
will crack the rock
and let the soul emerge'.