(Первоначальный вариант стихотворения «Мне надоело»)
I’m sick of digging the refuse
To find the sun there one light morning.
I’m sick of living with my dream.
I can’t go on when I am turning
. To the part of this place
. And I’m loosing my face
. When the days of my life
. Had become a useless spending of time.
It’s over now.
I can not try
To break my dream
To tear my soul
To change my mind.
I wanna scream,
I wanna cry
But I’ve no tears,
But I’ve no voice.
Please let me die.
I saw the people everyday,
I heard their foot-steps here beside me.
I want ton touch them but I new
They are too far. May be they tired me.
. In the meaningless hole
. I must stay to be alone.
. When the days of my life
. Had become a useless spending of time.
