Paroles de Szestnastka

Every morning, when he awakes Rubs eyes and already knows that the day will be the same as always So he goes out on the street, forget, he must forget After all nobody want call loud him, ever And nobody's voice he want find, this what he is waiting for all his life, But to everybody who he's passes, looks deeply into eyes and cannot read answers of impression if everybody knows that he's lonely, lonely. Can he ask himself Can he ask himself why? why? Can he ask himself Can he ask himself why? why?