You always think of life, at the same time I imagine my end and realize why I’m going down, down to a living death.
Have no jacket, have no pair of shoes; such is life! I have not even a friend of mine. Oh, dear! Think I’ve got the blues.
I’m going down to a living death, luck abandoned me, you don’t let me breath…
How could I face it?
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