I'm ill,
And I'm tired of all this crows who whisper to me that hope
is just an illusion, and I'm still waiting for inspiration...
I don't know if I have to go when I look around me, and then I see that all the looks are going through me...
We may be should live without having questions,
We may be should live without asking "Why?"
We may be should live without the solution,
We may be should try... Can I try? I don't know if I can try...
Cause I am ill!And I'm tired of all this crow who whisper to me that hope is just an illusion!
And I'm still waiting for inspiration...
still waiting, like à drop of water...