Good morning celing
Good morning curtains
The bed-light that has been on since last evening
Good morning wall
Good morning empty pillow that I‘ve been hugging
Good morning new day left over from yesterday
Even they got tired of me
Of course there is no answer
So silent as if it had become forever deaf
I‘ve given my verdict long ago
My pen got broken
The writer has written (my) fate
Nothing comes from the hands anymore
Life is like a blind well
Without bottom
The writer has written my fate
I make no promise for tomorrow
I understood that no-one is to blame
Not even you
No-one is to blame
Good morning day
Good morning repentance
A stranger that looks at himself in the mirror
(Repeats)