Song about a frustrated departure (BG)
Today I don't want to sleep.
A glass of port wine, an empty bed.
And how I want so that I was not here.
Sometimes me it seems that all this is in vain,
And I'm sorry that I started this,
And how I want so that I was not here.
But if I were not here,
All would have been exactly as it is.
All affair is in me itself,
I would have been in a way, but me all is equal,
Probably already there is no sense to lie down to sleep.
Close behind me your door and turn off the light.
Close behind me your door and turn off the light.
Today I don't want to sleep.
A glass of port wine, an empty bed.
And how I want so that I was not here.
Sometimes me it seems that all this is in vain,
And I'm sorry that I started this,
And how I want so that I was not here.
But if I were not here,
All would have been exactly as it is.
All affair is in me itself,
I would have been in a way, but me all is equal,
Probably already there is no sense to lie down to sleep.
Close behind me your door and turn off the light.
Close behind me your door and turn off the light.