To understand the stream of words  That in one moment subside into silence  Only to be reborn at the least expected time  But having lost the truth and original meaning    If I could fly  Oh if I could fly  But I'm not able even t'rise or tell colours  Here comes the time  Can't hear the applause  Appreciation  Here comes the time to stop!    A thread ties strong the fibres of my hatred  Tightening the loop that hangs around my neck  The walls go sparking  Start tearing of my skin  This miserable coat that won't let me run away  I scrape myself searching for a way to escape  Knowing it is bound to fail  Can see some lonely drops congealing on the handrail  Even teh longest day must sometime come to an end    To cath up with at least one thought  That dies, dissolves in twinkling of an eye  Among faded pages taht are dampened with sweat  In remote comes of non-existence frenzy  If I could fly  But I'm not able even t'rise or tell colours  Can't hear applause  Appreciation  Here comes time  To stop!  Presenting my left hand  The right one? Who cares?  It left me...