And so it goes. Night after night. Day after day. The same old sun, the same old darkness, the same old song.
At six o'clock mi little child awake within a dream not too nice. At less than two seconds, I am there by his side, cuddling his face, whispering soothing words as he falls again in a deeply, peaceful dream. Now, he's gone again.
This night I awakened at six o'clock...
Heavy rain, fall hard over me and clean all this grot. Take it off away and let me sleep forever... night after night. Day after day.
