Преди да започнете прочита, препоръчвам да си пуснете тази песен за фон:
going further, murder is just a word
a dirt on somebody's boots
a body on a journey to reach its roots ...
I don't know you
but I know too well,
Your habit of not locking the door, and walking shoeless on the cold floor
Your worn pijama with small spots on it
Your messy hair which can almost always be seen in the air ...
I dream for a quiet place -
where I can rest while mellow air refreshes my body and face
and not be disturbed by humans loudly talking outside;
or by the unpleasantly loud garden machinery;
or by the neighbour stomping heavily on the floor; ...