You go to do something, and you hear voices,
coming from some other part of the night.
They come from centuries of
doing without emotions.
As if the burden man carries
wasn’t enough in itself!
With his love tied by a hundred chains of bronze,
he could have freed himself by now
from that false weight.
He could have left behind the fear of a kiss
that flies so freely through humanity!
When will that noise even stop?
When people decide to make love
and to love face to face
in houses with transparent walls.
(If you were only more uninhibited, oh, honey!)