Oh routine you are gorgeous Let me feel nor old nor young Oh routine, all my emotions They are simply dead and gone Cause routine, you are here And you're making me flow From the minute to day To the week and Monday All the way to the night You're my day-satellite Nothing new on my way And as long as you stay There won't be a single creation.
All I have is the routing vane And the color of hay Lighting everyday Even blood of my veins And the pulse of my brain Have the same and old color Of routine-blinded pain.