How to live here?

My head is full of rubbish,

And I fill a glass.

Turn on the sounds,

That will unite us.

Notes are everywhere

And I do not know, how to live here.

 

The flat becomes blurred.

I'm falling in the dusty hole,

Losing a ticket for my gole.

But this time hope will not die -

I don`t want to cry.

 

The soul's hysterically shouting

Louder than my ma.

In the kitchen kettle's boiling

In a unison with a car.

Behind the wall the boys scream

In the silence about a dream.

 

Outside there are some lights

On the bench a person writes.

While at home he is a rough,

The university gives him a scarf.

 

Things go year to year.

People start family everywhere.

And children, they give to the world,

Disappear without a word.

 

Our time is running out.

Father is in a hurry throughout

His whole life,

Occasionally closing an eye.

So, how to live here?

I'd like to be aware.