One, two, three.
One, two, three.
And if someone asks me,
I'll carry you after me wherever I am,
I've learned from your lack.
When not every wound is heard,
How much silence hurts.
When not every wound is heard,
There are only words without sounds.
How do I share
With the thought
That I'm not alone?
I left myself
To be carried by you
To the result
Condemned
To stay distant
When I have nothing to do
But to cry.
I don't want to look at myself
In the morning
How will we wake up
Face to face?
I've learned
That love
Doesn't learn.
But if someone asks me,
I'll carry you after me wherever I am,
I'll carry you after me wherever I am,
I've learned from your lack.
When not every wound is heard,
How much silence hurts.
When not every wound is heard,
There are only words without sounds.
When not every wound is heard,

I've turned around my love,
Geometrically, I've been hit by her arms.
I've had to turn it all L defeats and my son


I've turned
I have not even
I didn't know what I had liked with and I'm trouble
for them all
I'll let do what I hate and it's not going
And if they ask me who,
CineBank, you can follow me anywhere, I've learned from your lack.
When not every wound is heard, sometimes silence hurts.
When not every wound is heard, there are only traces without sounds.
When not every wound is heard, sometimes silence hurts.
When not every wound is heard, there are only traces without sounds.
Când nu orice rău n-o se-aude
Când tu te adui doar în liniştea
Când nu orice rău n-o se-aude
Sunt doar urme fără sunete
Fără sunete