Today Monday without strength,
I go to work, I go back halfway,
tomorrow a difficult day awaits me for a change.
Today, Tuesday, I wake up,
couple of toast and again more,
soldier of sand, time undoes my will.
Today, I laugh and I think everything can change,
road and road, I count tiles, I arrive at the place.
The hours increase, but the salary is always the same,
and the noise and shadows, and my routine and the staff ...
Gentle as ever, the weekend wants to arrive,
and on Thursday and Friday they become eternal with anxiety.
My boss understands and says he can always help,
I brought a new shovel from Europe to dig and dig and dig ...
And today Saturday, flight,
and today, Sunday, I fall.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)