Hitz artien galdute

'm a listener to your words, a simple listener, a hurt protester, a broken doll.

I'm lost between words, and I can't see, lost between words again.

I'm a beggar in your hands, a simple beggar, a simple person who wants to live without problems.

I'm lost between words and I can't see, lost between words again.

Tell me what you've got stored up for us. Tell me once and for all what the future holds for us.

Oh! Pure joy, Oh! Or the need to suffer.

I'm a listener to your words, a simple listener.