I am so tired of malicious joy, Of envy, of baseness and gibes. I can't live here and I can't enjoy The world which consists of the rotten lives.
Where is the world of the good and of love, Of happiness, and happy smiles? May be it stretches somewhere above The snow-white clouds for endless miles.
Rotten, so rotten this world of broken hopes. Rotten are lives which vanish like rain drops. Rotten, so rotten this world of spurious love. Rotten the people: they are muff.
The rotten soul called on my rotten world. It brought me the gift which was dumb. It told me "my dear", - most rotten word, Embraced me and kissed hard. Such a damn!