I'm getting sleepy, my eyelids grow weak,
riding the waves of fate, my body does seek
rest from the turmoil, the endless debate,
not just gentlemen, but all souls participate.

Fate's tides rise and fall, like the ocean's sway,
we're all swept away, in its ebb and flow's gray
the weary world, with its weight, does weep,
as we struggle on, through life's troubled sleep.

So here I'll rest, and let the waves pass by,
and let my weary heart, with fate, say goodbye
for in its depths, I find solace and peace,
a fleeting respite, from life's troubled release.

Tomaž Jevšenak