I gave five years of my life to work — my strength, my nerves, my days. I thought there would be a strong home, but it turned out that we’re alone.. Yesterday I was needed by the job; today, I’m left out. And silence greets me in my own home..

I come back late — again, a heavy look, an accusation in every word, a spark in every silence.. We’re close, but it’s as if there’s a wall between us, and instead of warm hands, there’s cold silence.

I’m tired of these quarrels, of the shouting and the hurt,

Of the fact that someone is there, but my soul aches..

I don’t understand why we’re together if there’s no more happiness,

I’m looking for love in your eyes — but all I see is a trace..

Maybe you don’t need me, maybe we’re just living like this,

We’re supposed to support each other, but we don’t take care of each other..

I don’t want war, I just want silence.

Where love is still alive, and not just us left.

You plot and scheme — I keep quiet, I endure inside,

We’re not right for each other, but we’re afraid of the void.

Sex is gone, only words remain — sharp as a knife,

Every new conversation turns into an interrogation.