To the Sun and Not Only

Ah, if you would shine for me more than you do for somebody else, But I'm on bottom and I bore, And my snobbism's like the shells. The gold was glittered on the brand not branding painfully it shone, And Adam was so wrong, my friend, giving his rib, 'cause I'm alone. There is no woman, there's no wife, I'm really adamant, I know: So many "wins" inpour my life, I am invincible in woe. Ah, if you would shine for me more... I'd have no minute for the grief, But I'm on bottom and I bore, I think to live or not to live.