Tonight, the filters do not respond.
Sweat is dropping on the pillow,
and my mind is in a larger agitation
which is pressing the temples.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
The death of sleep and the artificial caress,
I wait for the morning time.
Around the night in silence
the watcher dreams the joy.
The man was in the garden.
The devils are waiting.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
Behind the door there's somebody calling.
Edges have no end.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
The death of sleep and the artificial caress,
I wait for the morning time.
...morning time.
Faces have no end.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
The death of sleep and the artificial caress,
I wait for the morning time.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
Behind the door there's somebody calling.
Edges have no end.
Sweat is dropping on the pillow,
and my mind is in a larger agitation
which is pressing the temples.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
The death of sleep and the artificial caress,
I wait for the morning time.
Around the night in silence
the watcher dreams the joy.
The man was in the garden.
The devils are waiting.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
Behind the door there's somebody calling.
Edges have no end.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
The death of sleep and the artificial caress,
I wait for the morning time.
...morning time.
Faces have no end.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
The death of sleep and the artificial caress,
I wait for the morning time.
Echoes of wind. / Echoes of wind.
My hands are searching your fingers.
Behind the door there's somebody calling.
Edges have no end.