Текст
For every distance there must be patience on the way everyone has a pace
For every worry there must be someone who can take every word that we breathe
In every life time we all need a place to stay like a sparrow in the wind
My dreams are empty but full of things I can’t describe have I been kissed by the night
Sunken eyes something touches deep inside
I’m already woken now oceans of my life.
To discover theirs’s a curtain made of steel casting shadows on the bridge
Am I drowsy or am I sleeping with my bones hard to break from the spell.
Gil Hillman, Shaul Meyron
ACUM Ltd.