There are times
when the beauty is glancing
just for a moment at me
riding on little waves of inspiration
and that moment goes by so quickly
cause there is a breakwater in the sea
then comes my hesitation

There are times
when i feel some kind of happiness again
like it has never been claimed
that I'm not capable
of having any feeling at all
but then the sun starts sinking
and so does my soul

The short tiny fractions of satisfaction
I had through my life
collect them all together
they won't fill even a bottle of wine
the memories can't get me that drunk
so I better forget and act like it's easy
how lucky I am that I'm busy
too busy to be lonely