When I lie in my bed
In my mind apart from us,
I see a blue sky
And listening to Amy Winehouse.
The whole world looks grey,
Because the bath
Invites my body to cut the veins.
No more, no, guys,
No more advise
Nobody reads with tears the Times,
Nobody sees with clenched teeth,
That our souls like liny trees.
When I just sit at my small porch,
I say to myself
That pain is like coach,
With a cigarette I leave upset
And start to forget, forget.
No more, no, guys,
No more advise
Nobody reads with tears the Times,
Nobody sees with clenched teeth,
That our souls like liny trees.
When in the kitchen I’m with a book,
I try to go there,
But my brain starts to stook.
Depressive mood influences,
And only sadness has preference...
No more, no, guys,
No more advise
Nobody reads with tears the Times,
Nobody sees with clenched teeth,
That our souls like liny trees.
To music Amy Winehouse
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