The sound of the engine
Swallows my dreams.
And when the silence
Is appearing again
The voice of the darkness
Threatens my wits.

I am a dirty weeper
Lost in the space
That I hate so much.
Cause of its unbearable infinity.
It menaces my intact little world

Outside is war-time.
Hard to ignore.
But I do.

I already died.
Because I disclosed my dreams.
So better listen
To the sound of the engine.

Listen!
As long as you listen,
You can not loose your brains.
This is ok.