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

That man was in the garden

The devils are waiting

Echoes of wind / Echoes of wind

My hands are searching

Your fingers

Behind that door

There`s somebody calling

Edges have no end