Deafening - From Monument To Masses

Silence dissolves all objects

It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind

Silence has nothing to do with mind

It cannot be defined

It can be felt directly because it is our nearness

Silence is restriction

It is feeling without a feeler

Silence needs no intermediary

Sound which comes from silence is music

Within these four walls only a number exists

Which does not progress

Which slowly will wish more and more for death

But suddenly my conscience awakes

And I see this tide with no heartbeat

Only the pulse of machines

And the military showing their midwives' faces full of sweetness

How much humanity exposed to hunger, cold, panic, pain

Moral pressures, terror and insanity?

What horror the face of fascism creates!

They carry out their plans with knife-like precision

For them blood equals medals

Slaughter is an act of heroism

How hard it is to sing when I must sing of horror

Horror which I am living;

horror which I am dying

To see myself among so much and so many moments of infinity

In which silence and screams are the end of my song