Every single day ´s the same
in he same room, in the same village
the same thoughts, the same people.
Every day the same banal talks
Those which go nowhere, same asks
same answers,
to different, but same people though
Every single day I regret the same dreams
those which were never lived
those which were neglected
those substituted
by this, my unliving life
tis is such a unbearable monotony
one ´s leading me to die,
in such an ardous loneliness
with full apathy in everything I do
Cause all of this is unwanted
and thus, there can't be joy
Every day the same, same thoughs
same unsharing
boring
and unliving days
