My question
A thousand ways, Not the destination
Innumerable songs but not the Sur
Live without touching is intolerable
Such an inebriety is nothing less
Thousands of conversations but no purposes
Countless nights no intimacy
Impossible to live
Without knowing
Such an inebriety is nothing less
Don't look for the time and fleeting moments
Meeting
This hour will find you
Wherever you are
And when came back tomorrow
When the needle rings the last hour
Then such peace
This hour wants no pricking or sorrow
This fraud, yes, this deception
A thousand ways, Not the destination
Innumerablе songs but not the Sur
Live without touching is intolerablе
Such an inebriety is nothing less
And when the clock came back
When the needle strikes the hour
Such peace
This clock is quiet
There is no disturbance
There is no sorrow
It will be
Yes it will be
A thousand ways, Not the destination
Innumerable songs but not the Sur
Live without touching is intolerable
Such an inebriety is nothing less