Pessimist is walking and telling me things
he has a pimple,
he has a scar,
he has everything so far.
As I listen to his gripe
and the worries In his head,
I slovely close my eyes
And become very sad.
My mother left this night
And there´s nothing I can say.
I open my eyes and smile to his face:
“Congratz, you survived the day”.
Eins manns rusl er annars manns fjársjóður…