Amsterdam [English translation]

Going down the stairs barely touching the wall,

not giving any importance

to those who pass by.

Looking for something that's indefinite,

the night disappears on the upper floor.

In my mind,

everything survives in silence

I feel the attrition

of screams exiled from the world.

Like pulsating fragments of life,

altered voices have dissolved.

Where my eyes have called them,

where my eyes have called them,

where the wounded day went crazy from the light,

where the wounded day went crazy from the light...

• Artist:Diaframma
• Album:Siberia