A year like everyone - it serves you
whatever else was baking.
And only the deserters seek
calf under ox. You are no king, no pawn.
A year like everyone - you were not
an evil stepdaughter of human suffering.
You are not the threshold of all my mistakes,
our deadline for the courageous cravings ...
A year like everyone - you'll run away
through a back entrance, with a mockery of the parade.
I do not send you or stretch out
with hope for a year new, young ...
And I will just pursue labor and sweat
My dreams. And I have a lifetime ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...