סערה [Se'arah] [English translation]

Cold, the kind that people love, and soft ground,

To take a rest from this day for half a minute.

Come, tell me something, tell me a cracked truth,

It doesn't really matter to me when I'm with you.

Because a storm is raging,

Inside my home, without me even noticing.

And the pieces are falling still,

Only the silence in your eyes can take away the pain.

A voice, the kind that you whisper within a big truth,

Is calling me to start over.

A secret, the kind that you tell word by word,

Come closer and I'll tell you.

That a storm is raging,

Inside my home, without me even noticing.

And the pieces are falling still,

Only the silence in your eyes can take away the pain.

• Artist:Nathan Goshen