When my curtain falls -
once a year,
I do not care if it is against me
the devil or the cowardly mouse.
Neither the storm nor the snow
will stop me,
to tell them what I think.
The accumulated is erupting in me
and make everything unnecessary.
It is not breathable!
I'm not very smart,
but I'm not simple.
Do not trample me!
They want that.
So we are sleeping -
with a pill, a crush, a penny.
We tap the whistle,
we put a peaceful head under the stick.
Then it hurts us.
Help is not for the coward!
In our history, it is so!
Goodbye and Kisses ...