I didn't slept for some days,– thought that dream is just illusion
I didn't thought about myself and (about) my needs
I shriveled up as a lemon, I'm tired to the bone
I've spent all my vital power
Mirror. Who is that? Is it me? Some dried-up and scraggy man?
With hollow cheeks and eyes
Tedious glance, and the shadow left behind...
And I feel faint
Rise and go... In expectation for
Bright chapter in a gray-leaves' book
f** the difficult
Critically looked at the way of my life
Overcomed my laziness and chronic tiredness
I'm changing my mood
(And again with all my might) I drive into the (same?) Well