Petita voyeur

... amb propòsits de centrar-se...

On my way, way to the stars, I found
you were there, laying down, next to a hole.
Hold me, you said, you had faith in God above.
But it seemed that you didn't believe
in reality, in people on earth,
in people to whom you've given birth.

And I forgot to call you,
this is just what I do.
You stand there just like a wall that
I can't even try to talk to you.

Just like a wall - Russian Red