Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Incomplete lyrics

At times, when there is nothing in me, It happens to me: from the crowd Along the street a long-lapsed voice Sounds out again and watches me. Then it's as if I've lost my way And must head back to the old house In its original full state Before my hands had hollowed it out. Amid the kept accounts and garbage cans, There's one more thing to be retrieved, A thing undone, a thing unplanned, A thing I left behind so I could leave. At times, when there is nothing in me, It lightly brushes by my ear, And fills my eyes and fills my voice like ink; So incomplete. But going back Just isn't me.