My soul will never find peace,
She only dreams of him at night
And how do I get out of a mental binge
I get up every morning
At lunchtime I think about death,
On high tea I find meaning to live,
The devils are at dinner,
And at Breakfast, I'm ready to howl like a wolf
And every day is like the last,
It's like I'm living the life of a Groundhog
O God, help me, omnipresent
Otherwise there will be a muzzle at the temple...
My soul will never find peace
© Copyright: Денис Антонович Евсеев, 2020
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