You take away my morning, my noon and my evening
So I am left with the darkness of the night
But everyday sleep has its way.

I work 6 days a week
It's so hard to face the Sunday
It's supposed to be free but it's full of gloom
Give me more than one day free, please!

One day to spend with the dusty table and floor, spoiled clothes of the week and the spider webs on the wall
And the next day to spend with myself.

And that's my little ambition these days!