Sorrow

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