One day I will be able to talk,
One day I will be able to hear,
One day...

But not now I say,
Why?
You asked me, I say that's way I am now.
And I like it.

But sometimes I am longing for a sound,
like the laughing sound of your voice.
Or to hear the music that you said you liked.
I can't say i like it,
when you asked me if I do.
That's way it is to be.
Nobody can change it.

I'll wait one day until I die then you can play your favorite music.
And I will listen to it for first time in my life.