I Can't Cry

Another day has passed, working — another day has passed, calling my friends
still, there is no hour melting — I am free.
How can I kill the thought of springtime? Can I erase to create a blank space
in mind?
At night my dreams are keeping me awake, at day my eyes are running dry.
I can’t cry and I say «nothing matters»
and I smile though my world lies in shatters.
How can I keep my heart from yearning?
Can I just will my thoughts to think something new?
At home I pace my rooms in restlessness, the crowd just makes me feel alone.
Spoken: My home is just an empty space for me, I feel estranged,
don’t know the reason why.
At night my dreams are keeping me awake, at day my eyes are running dry.