I have the stagnant muse
Well, nothing happens to me after your goodbye
I carry no light
Inside my heart
I feel that the days pass
From the kitchen to my room
There is clothes around the corners
Which in spite of the time, give off your smell
I can't think of anything else
Except to walk around my house with the nightgown
And let my crying go out
Knowing that you don't plan to return anymore
And let the air run
That takes away the bitter silence which
You left me yesterday and feel that the wind passes
And it brings me back the desires to be like before
The situation dominates me
My life is running out in a whiskey on the rocks
I count from zero to top
The same routine pulling my honor
I lose my soul in the rhyme
Which Sabina sings in a song
It haven't passed 19 days
But I feel that I have more than one million
And let the air run
That takes away the bitter silence which you left me yesterday
And feel that the wind passes
And it brings me back the desires to be like before
And to be able to get up without being too late
Be free again, start elsewhere
Larala...
And feel that the wind passes
And it brings me back the desires
And it brings me back the desires
And it brings me back the desires to be like before