The night's still glowing round
Yet I know the day is bad
Photos of pop stars, bread in a newspaper
And like always my face is neglected
On my hair there is some spray

I'm stoking a furnace, it's warm, my poems- a bit shame
Somwhere on the wall, i've got a diploma
In the long jump - third place i've won
There is no more use of me
So I'd better go to sleep
Don't look at my photos

There's nothing in me
I'm not worth anything
The redness of my blood
Is just a kind of joke
And I want to forget
As often as I can
There's nothing in me
I'm not worth anything

Mind my dreams and come any time
Those moments of my days collect in one hand
So don't cheer me up, i'll stand here anyway
Because there's nothing in me
I'm not worth anything

 

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