The gloomy do not know
That one day they will cease to be
She'll arrive
as sure as a modern leak
neither pale
Or gray
It is not a scythe
scratching lice away like you
And I
eternally laughing
No matter if you're spiritual
               or courageous

But lovers will suffer her
pleasant
In their last hour

Sleep your whole life
There is no fault
Any way, she will come
At any time

                    SOMETIMES
If in a good mood
she will
fall from the sky
In the form of piano