Morning blues

It was once a drunken morning,
a new planet has been born,
with black coffee, with black sky,
with no love,
so why denie...

When the clock turns around,
the hills were formed,
there was no ground,
the birds were black,
and no way back.

What a stupid morning,
on this planet so old,
a big man s drinking,
he has no hair,
his had was not shaved,
just a little bit bold.

And in the evening,
even during the night,
the sun goes up,
and black becomes light,
a star is shining,
shining so bright.

It is just a song,
soemthing like morning blues.