It's not in a simple way
I pass my sleepless nights.
Not a song for the kids,
Nor some simple and sweet love story,
Not a dream,
Not anything creative,
Not even love -
It's so strange and powerful!
Like all my existence.
I can't touch my sleep.
My heart is thankful to
This strange something.
I have so many things to be done
before the sleep.
So much work is still pending ...
