THE DAY IS DONE

Letra: THE DAY IS DONE
The day is done and the darkness
Brings you a smile from your boss
As a knife in cutting your whispers
From a person without love

These kind of middle-class persons
Gleam when they are in the deal
It becomes the endless miserly
That my soul cannot resist:

Who through the long days of labour
Along the nights without sleep
Still in his soul the music
Maybe he could be agreed

Not from the great old masters
Not from the divine prays
Try to listen a brief poem
·And banish the thoughts of the day

I repeat it once and another
And my soul cannot resist
This oppresion is above me
I cannot breath, cannot dream
I cannot breath, cannot dream
I cannot breath, cannot dream