I am wretched wherefore should I go
Surrounded by only despair
But no tears flow.
I am far away from my sweet dream
Now it is the time to fight for living on,
But wherever I cast my eyes -all grim
My coffee mug has been turned into cup of woe,
Let me tell you where should I go?
No, I am not craving for ungrateful love
Whatever I look for turns into a bluff!
All the misery's cure
I kneel down to you,
Let me awake, let me awake
Let me allow to do whatever is due,
Let remove the terror of my triumph brave
I want to do all before the resting allowed grave!
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