My nightmare that is interpreted as a good sleep
A butterfly that gets old in his cell
I had a life in pain and counted
I have forgotten and forgotten
A Umrah I didnt have to do with myself.
The one I should not find
I was defeated by my own.
Every year of my birthday again people
Never wanted to be a simple question.
Or have a trivial accident.
Thats why I was arranged by the wall
I drew my own lonely map.
How to laugh at a disintegrated heart
Its hard to be the man of hard days.
I wish the world would give us to
The menu would show me a little better
Tile I had less understanding myself
I hadnt seen the truth as it was
Like a will, whatever I say
As if I lived in a different world
Never wanted to be a simple question.
Or have a trivial accident.
Thats why I was arranged by the wall
I drew my own lonely map.
