End of December it's cold now
yesterday I was 20 years old,
we drank a bit of wine.
The week does not pass
Friday Sabbath remains
it's quiet here still
alone on guard tonight and full of yearning
aside from that everything is fine
indeed a crazy life
Don't worry about me, Mother
it's all nonsence in the news
Don't worry about me, Mother
even in the hardest times I'm strong
Don't worry about me, Mother
suddenly an angel will appear
and your dream will relax (you)
I promise to watch over myself
End of December very cold
I want to sleep so much
awake for 2 days already
my last shekel is left
I'm thinking of maybe buying
a scap of the sky
dawns rise as set
here in a special colour
aside from that everything's calm
I am not count on anyone
Don't worry about me, Mother...
