I do not need the touch of your hand and the freedom of your river.
I do not need you to be by my side-we are not so far as it is.
And I know that this is somebody else's game.
And it's not me who spreads the net.
But if only you could hear me, it would be easier for me to sing.
These are new leaves changing their color, this is wine in new glasses.
Only time has lost its power over us-we are moving like in a film.
And even if I could change the layout I would leave everything as it is.
But if you could hear me, it would be easier for me to sing.
On the wooden floors of your Eadem I am never to walk in my life.
But when your hands are bleeding from roses I cut mine with the grass.
And neither here nor there there are violins left not melted into copper.
But if only you could hear me, It would be easier for me to sing.
So forgive me that loving you I remained as I had always been.
But I haven't learnt by now to say good-bye to those whom I used to love.
And though I bless the one who allowed you to take off,
If only you could hear me It would be easier for me to sing.
If only you could hear me I would have no reason to sing.
