I get up through the the muse
Can't sleep sitting to the table
My poet-revenge to ( upon) you
You can't escape my eyes
Not even we fade away
Whole daybreak you're on my mind
Night's gone with you fallen angel
Through window's shining sun
And also through my heart
Empty, sour and cold
I join my solitude
With dreaming about way how take the moon
Distant like is distance to you
And swing up in the sky
There you maybe find me again
Waiting next sleeples night
Pen reposed can't be more handled
Ink is mixing with my blood
I mercyfuly lie
To myself spoiled by sham
Night's coming through your door
Stream of darkness slowly flood your floor
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold
