I've not been able, to heal myself yet Of street-prophets' sentences My lips are throwing but curses My laughter is the cry of despair For a moment too much For longer to little It is also dangerous To forget one's name In what purpose, the end is left The way in its way is confused For everybody good Glory to fucking benefactors! I'm taking in my hands The act of depression Which one can get from notary public To forget one's name? Violated thought about the test of the new I'm asking a lame beggar for advice To forget one's name? To forget