• Oranges on apple trees

Nothing could make sense that night

to whish for a star which shines

it couldn't make sense when night stills dark

The light of the sun during the day

could never make sense anyway

when all that reflects in us are shades

There couldn't make sense to cry

to feel anything for a thing that won't last

to be sad of things of the past

It couldn't be smart to pray

to believe something's in the end

just to feel better with ourselves

There couldn't be a nice place to be

as long as the earth can't kill our seeds

and the sea can't drown our stones from within

The world could be anything but glad

when gravity won't let us step out this ground

and time won't give up to tear us down

It couldn't be enough to know

when we don't know where we're gonna go

but only we think we all die alone

It couldn't be a great silence there

when thoughts keep running through the head

like words never read consummed by the flames

Could be good to sleep

when all that you fear is an endless dream?

For living a dream will never be live

Tears were made to share our pain

but how big it is, we can't explain

the more we feel, the less we say