Sorrow
Tired of my boring work and the life,
Tired of the lies of my future wife,
I watched the sky
and i wished to die,
hoping to end up in the heaven and find my peace,
all my life activities had to cease.
Everthing around me was so fake.
I drove to Como, to the city in Italy on a beautiful lake,
from the nightmares i had to awake,
or angels in heaven would have served me a piece of cake.
Como greeted me with opened arms,
showing me all its charms.
Its warmth released me from the sorrow,
I was looking forword for the morrow.
The morrow was sunny,
all my sorrow became funny,
I found my new honey,
I just wanted to spend out all my money.
written by Gjoshe Pocev