What do you hear in my name?
It will just die like sound of sadness
Produced by wave and full of blame,
Like sound of forest which is endless.
And on the paper, full of hurts
It'll maybe leave its sign alone
Which is like some unspoken words
Written with pain on the tomb-stone.
What do you hear? Maybe some
Forgotten dreams and careless worries?
But in your soul just will not come
Any old feelings, nice love stories.
But in the day then you are sullen
Please, spell it being very sad.
Well, say it - I will hear you calling,
Because I'm in your heart. I'm glad.