The walls of my bedroom reflect my sadness.
Who painted them blue, I wonder?
They just stand here with nothing to do.
I am alone with these four walls every night.
I kneel down and pray to the Lord.
And I beg Him to send a pretty girl to love me.
I have heard the saying, “Walls have ears.”
That is why I share my deep thoughts with them.
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Who goes to sleep with me at night?
Who wakes up with me in the morning?
There is no one beside me in bed,
So I speak to the blue walls of my bedroom.
I look around the lonely place.
And I see the furniture and the silent walls.
I frequently pace the tiled floor.
I ask the walls questions that baffle my head,
But they cannot respond to me.
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Who is bored with life and going crazy?
Who soliloquizes day after day?
If the walls could talk, they would say it is me.
Nobody knows what I am going through.
I need to find a maid before I lose my mind.
How long shall I wait for a lover?
When will a sweet girl belong to me?
I wish the walls of my bedroom could tell me.