Published on Sep 2, 2012 by TheAndrei828


I turn off the television
I am writing to you:
That I can no longer
Look at that waste
That I have no more strenght
That I almost started drinking
But didn't forget you.
That the phone was rigning
It wanted me to stand
To dress up and walk
To actually run
But only I turned it down
Said that I was ill and tired
And didn't sleep last night.


I am waiting for an answer
No more hopes are left
Soon the summer will end. This summer.


And the weather is nice
Fourth day in a row, all rain.
Although the radio said
That even shadow will be hot
But the shadow that I'm in,
Still feels dry and warm
Still, I am afraid.
And the days, they pass on by
One day we eat and drink on three
And so, we're living happily
Even for the rain outside.
My stereo broke down
I am sitting in silence
Of which I am content.


I am waiting for an answer
No more hopes are left
Soon the summer will end. This summer.



Outside my window - a building site
Crane is working
And for the fifth year
The nearby restaurant is closed
And on my table, there's a jar
A tulip, inside
A glass, on my window.
And so the years pass by
Just as life will pass
And for a hundreth time
The toast will fall on the buttered side
But maybe there will be a day
Maybe just an hour
When we will get lucky.

I am waiting for an answer
No more hopes are left
Soon the summer will end. This summer...