Now and then I’m scared, when i seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentances…
No, i don’t speak anymore and what could i say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say…
So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone…
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share…
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no… not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, i haven’t spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind…
I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted but i do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold
and something i can neither watch nor bear.
So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone,
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share…
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, I don’t speak anymore and what should i say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles ist schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE…

我都忘了声带的振动
是怎么把声波
变成一个有意义的词汇
甚至是完整句子的了。
我没什么可说的，
反正也没有人可以说，
这里也没有人
会真的用心听我说。
也不管别人怎么想怎么说，
我放弃再和它们争吵什么
申辩什么。

大部分的时间里
我就是静静地躺着，忍着，消磨着，
慢慢的变得像一具空壳。
没有照在身上
让人感觉很舒服的阳光，
也没有让人感觉安慰的声音，
一日一日没有什么收获，
也没有什么值得和人分享的。

好久过去了我什么都没说，
说起来也没人准备要听我说，
只是好像有个讨厌的女人的声音
一直在我耳边唠叨着，
要我说什么，
有什么可以说，
有哪个可以听我说，

说的再多，
有什么作用呢？
够了够了，
就这么静静地待着。