Férias , finalmente...

And it is so strange

With these eyes out into darkness

And it is so strange

All they want to do is sleep

And it is so strange

They want to sleep through silence

And it is so strange

'Cause I am wide awake



And it is so strange

How all this could be over

If you would walk in

If you put me to rest

And it is so strange

That my voice seems to've gone quiet

And even stranger still

That I never will be found



All I want to do

Is to drift away

Hush-a-bye baby

All I want to do is go to sleep

To sleep, to sleep



Anja Garbarek, "Sleep".