The night is over...

Аркадий Шляпинтох
The night is over,
Sweet dreams are gone.
I have the hangover,
Please, give me a gun.
You’re asking me: “Why?”-
To kill a headache .
I should have died
Before I awake.
Relax. It’s a joke.
With the first star
We ’ll take a walk
To the closest bar.