Gori noćna lampa

Burning Of The Midnight Lamp The morning is dead And the day is, too There's nothing left here to meet me But the velvet moon All my loneliness I have felt today It's like a little more than enough To make a man throw himself away And I continue To burn the midnight lamp Alone Now the smiling portrait of you Is still hangin' on my frowning wall It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all It's just the ever falling dust That makes