Sad funeral of soul

Don't you think it's easy

To be OK, when the whole world is burning in the lights of the morning sun;

To wake up knowing that nothing is going to be the same, everything you used to love, hate, feel, dream of, everything you used to be is stuck in yesterday;

To look in the mirror seeing your own swollen face, broken bones, bleeding eyes, pale skin, to see yourself disappearing;

To go out seeing the walking dead on the streets, hundreds of funerals, thousands of cadavers in the bars and theatres, in the alleys and parks, in the attics and basements - everywhere;

To live preparing to die and die trying to live, when there's nothing left but to light cigarettes one by one, one by one and pour wine on and on, on and on,

Until the sun rises and you stop feeling the cold breath of the death sitting with you cheek to cheek,

Until fresh wind blow the clouds away,

Until you start living again.