In this day and age I strongly believe
In lazy, faded summer clouds
I talk to the clouds but they won't listen
They never do
The birds of summer, they don't believe in me
They endlessly fly their paths of silence
I talk to the birds but they won't listen
They never do
In days like these I tend to walk
In days like these I prefer to watch
In endless days like these I solemnly swear
I'll choose silence
That's what I am
That's all I am
The men in their caftans look at me
They pretend not to do it
But they're looking at me
I talk to them
I talk to them
But they won't listen
They won't listen to me
They won't listen to me
They never do