Those fucking birds are singing again

It's early morning,much too late and I'm wasted again

A Single Malt, a last cigarette

And then I rather should be going to bed

One last tango on the dance-floor of my mind

A little often I'm crying deep inside

The morning takes this night that was so long

while I am singing in the tower of son



Morning glory

For those who do not need to weep

But not for me; I'm into - I'm into me

I was closing her eyes on me

Loneliness won't leave me alone

My heart, my heart falls like a stone



By this time they might be naked in the showers

By this time they wash them clean from my insult

By this time I'm just a yesterday's man

Still I'm praising, just like I would be the fan 

Can someone out there shoot those birds for me?

Can someone tell me what do you feel?

All you people without weeds of desire

Please come in and kill my always burning fire



Morning glory

For those who do not need to weep

But not for me; I'm into...

I was closing her eyes on me

Loneliness won't leave alone

My heart, my heart falls like a stone



I can’t bring the ghost that holds me

I keep being hard - how

How – how – how can love be nightmare? 

Close her eyes on me…



Those fucking birds are singing again

It's early morning, much too late and I'm wasted again

A single malt, a cigarette.

And then I rather should be going to bed...