de tradus in romana. asta I dream of a day
When there's no need to hurry:
On my perfect day
I don't need to worry -
I watch from my bed
As the sun rises high
I sit and I look
At the birds as they fly.
Every day the sun rises
Every day the birds fly
But I don't seem to notice
And I ask myself why.
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Is it because of
My daily routine?
Every day the same thing
You know what I mean!
I get up, then get dressed,
Have breakfast and then
I rush to the office -
Again and again!
Why isn't there time
To just look for hours
At the wonderful things
On this planet of ours?​