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 shareWith the thoughtThat I'm not alone?I left myselfTo be carried by youTo the resultCondemnedTo stay distantWhen I have nothing to doBut to cry.I don't want to look at myselfIn the morningHow will we wake upFace to face?I've learnedThat loveDoesn'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 sonI've turnedI have not evenI didn't know what I had liked with and I'm troublefor them allI'll let do what I hate and it's not goingAnd 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-audeCând tu te adui doar în linişteaCând nu orice rău n-o se-audeSunt doar urme fără suneteFără sunete