Silent skies of silent nights,
Silent moon and silent stars,
Silent snow falls on the empty parks,
Silent chords from my old guitar.
Silent the city, not busy at night,
Silent my room, with turned off lights,
Silence outside, no cars running down the streets,
Some old people talking, silent as mutes’ speech.
Silence inside, every lonely men’s soul,
It cries out loud, despairs and mourns.
By Silence forever, my heart will be wreathed
Silent as the sound of emptiness.
Death is a thief that steals all and more,
Silent it comes, without any word,
It takes away love and colors, leaves emptiness,
And all that remains is the silent black.
Silent as words, that were