You won't be able to sleep with this endless clatter
that tries to fill the days with darkness and enemies.
A deafening pack insists on quieting down
the questions, the shades of meaning, the murmur of hope.

Noise of patriots wrapping themselves up in flags,
they mistake the country with the sordidness from their caves.
Noise of converts who, having fallen from the horse,
plant resentment while being persecuted by their sins.

If the noise disappeared
you would hear the rain fall
cleaning the city from specters,
I would hear you talking in dreams
and I would open the windows.
If the noise disappeared
perhaps we would be able to talk
and blow over the wounds,
perhaps you would understand
that we still have hope.

Noise from visionaries, shouting from their stakes
that the end of the world will be caused by the light of difference.
Noise from inquisitors, who talk us about freedom
cracking with their shouts their varnish of tolerance.

The battle is never joined by so much noise from warriors,
who bring from the battlements the peace of the cemetery.
Tell me about your embraces, about our imperfect love,
about the light of Utopia, let your voice block this roar.

If the noise disappeared
you would hear the rain fall
cleaning the city from specters,
I would hear you talking in dreams
and I would open the windows.
If the noise disappeared
perhaps we would be able to talk
and blow over the wounds,
perhaps you would understand
that we still have hope.

If the noise disappeared
you would hear the rain fall
cleaning the city from specters,
I would hear you talking in dreams
and I would open the windows.
If the noise disappeared
perhaps we would be able to talk
and blow over the wounds,
perhaps you would understand
that we still have hope.

If the noise disappeared
you would hear the rain fall
cleaning the city from specters,
I would hear you talking in dreams
and I would open the windows.
If the noise disappeared
perhaps we would be able to talk
and blow over the wounds,
perhaps you would understand
that we still have hope.

If the noise disappeared
you would hear the rain fall
cleaning the city from specters,
I would hear you talking in dreams
and I would open the windows...