I,
hate September.
I hate the evening.
This clean air refreshes
the dear image.
I'm very sorry, thinking of someone
that isn't there.
But I go back to playing
with this pain,
thinking of You.
It's sad to wear
pajamas and stay here,< br/>in front of a small color screen.
Immobile,
like this.
Feeling a little lost,
then you,
cry for help
and no one listens to you.
Especially her.
You wait for the end of the news,
and then you go to bed.
You would like to scream
and instead you stay there
stop,
on this top floor terrace
watching...
you scream for help
and no one listens to you
and especially you.
Wait the end of the news
and then go to bed.
You would like to scream but instead
you stay there,
still
on this terrace
on the top floor to watch
from the top floor to watch
from the top floor to watch
from the top floor to watch.
Look!
How many lights come on
/>and they go out over there.
From which window you turn on,
in the evening you are closed and
which hand the switch
together with You
with an abrupt move,< br/>it will turn off...
Sometimes the thought
how bad it hurts!
Anyway it's cold out here
better to go back inside
and not think about it anymore.
you scream for help
and no one listens to you.
And especially you.
You wait for the end of the news
and then go to bed.
You would like to scream
and instead you stay there,
on this terrace
on the top floor
watching.
You scream for help
and no one listens to you.
And above all You
wait for the end of the news
and then go to bed.
You would like to scream
and instead you stay there,
still on this terrace..
of the top floor to watch
of the top floor to watch..
of the top floor to watch...
of the top floor to watch..
of the top floor to look at.

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