Having forgotten I drink vodka to die Having forgotten I like to drink in a hole Exulting I sit so simply Burning down I am frightened what for that
Having forgotten I have died happy It appears to be consoled so simply In a tatter I still waits innocent And thunder I am frightened to survive
From a pain I drink vodka what for that Were jealous I sleep is sweet under an oak Illegally вс ё I wait perfect Having stopped(become silent) I am asked in darkness
Having forgotten I nevertheless waits in an immovability I am vainly broken happy I mischievously sits at theatre Playing I swear what for that