Stucked man

Oh, The river get tender
Town has begun to turn
In spite of it's almost spring
Yet I can't get out of my place

A bottle of whisky is lying in a room
Upon a bed with some broken springs
Have a hangover-head
Awake badly in the afternoon on sunday

The sun got in through the window
Different from it in the middle of summer
Calm, Kind and warm
Cover my face with a blanket in spite of myself

At last, I dispose the birds to start to sing to let me out
They start to sing Hallelujah before sprout of spring

Oh, The river get tender
Town has begun to turn
In spite of it's almost spring
Yet I can't get out of my place

The weak coffee woke me up
Take a walk on the park street
The rain has continued till the morning
Gave colours to the plants

Drooping my head and keep walking
In a while, Catch sight of pool
Oh, look into it, Face of the man
How exhausted it is

Oh, The river get tender
Town has begun to turn
In spite of it's almost spring
Yet I can't get out of my place

Time goes on at a smart pace
Because of me in a big rush?
Although spring is just behind
Only feel the speed of time

Only feel the speed of time
Yet I can't get out of my place...