Simple, fragile a squeaking weak and unclear Touching memories of how we've reached this final apathy what we've talked about what we used to do what we usually laughed at to be happy why we threw away what we found in our way Talk to me everything Talk to me gently Talk to me when the people will be in silence Talk to me heavenly Talk to me when you'll see Talk to me when those people will live in peace What we want to engrave here is our existence, our living proof floating impatiently alone in the air What we want to remember are all the honesties and purities that as time went by we've leaved Talk to me everything Talk to me gently Talk to me when the people will be in silence Talk to me everything Talk to me gently Talk to me when the people will be in silence Talk to me heavenly Talk to me when you'll see Talk to me when those people will live in peace