"Without a reason..."

Without a reason, seasons come to pass.

We sit alone in front of dusty windows,

And still we gaze and still we ask the glass,

“Hold back for us the evanescent winters

Without a reason do not let them pass...”

We listen to the clocks’ familiar chime.

We watch our cigarettes diminish into ashes .

We drown our sorrows in the pleasant wine.

Perhaps, with time, we will regain our passion.

We listen to the clocks’ familiar chime...

Without a reason, seasons come to pass.

We sit alone in front of hazy mirrors,

And still we gaze and still we ask the glass,

“Allow our friends forever to be near us

Without a reason do not let them pass...”