I cannot break today the glass of silence.
I want to touch the surface of the glass.
I want to trace your question marks of eyes.
I want to map an island of your mouth.
I cannot steal the relic of your elbows --
I want to sail to you from my afar,
When you're so close to me behind the glass.
I want to trace your eyes of silent questions.
When I'm so far from you behind the silence,
I want to reach the treasure of your arms.
Because with words I cannot break the glass --
I learn the silent language of your island.