Why you can´t be satisfied It´s close to mignidht when I´m when I´m Writing poems and drinking wine and you and you you say why you do nothing always sit, write these shits or something you say why I´ m laughing why I´m nothing why I´m nothing I came from work late and I and I bought you flowers and chocolate and you and you You say, „I don´t need this honey you had better earn much more money“ You say „this flat is not too sunny (it) is so small and that is not funny“ Why you can´t be satisfied why you always have to fight I have given up my old friends and I and I ´ve lost contact with my parents And you and you You say „what´s wrong with you my boy you know you will always be my toy“ and I´m laughing and I´m laughing I´m just laughing And I know you can´t be satisfied that you always have to fight all the day and all the night where you see black there I see white