Wasted years of his hopeless,
among wild parties and discos
occluded cafes and pubs --
they were my home.
Day and night,
noon and sunset,
I stood there I ate and drank.
Trovih his soul with cigarette smoke and alcohol.
Morning as I wake,
cold beer in my hand I take a warm,
I drink a sip of her older
and so on, until the evening.
Life me so desperate
wasted every day
no sunrise or sunset,
I can not see through these wasted years.
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