Oh, my Muse of mundane days Everyday when the sun is rising I can see your image getting close to me It gets me get that feeling with an intensity You speak to me With the voice of advisor soul I give you an ear Oh, my Muse of hard-working days When you tell your stories, long or brief About the world's grief The most vicious men hanging on noose And all has been done as it should It seems I could finally find peace in my heart Maybe I've got everything I ever wanted Maybe I'm nothing else but a foolish dreamer However, without your smile and warm word I'd be dead and gone, rotten deep under the ground Please let me in, let it happen over and over again