I eh to blame, I'm a poet
Severe torment and bitter share,
Not on the same I will become -
So too I was born into the world.
I eh to blame, that life is not sweet to me,
And I love all together and hate,
And I know myself, What else do not see,–
After all, the gift I brought the muse.
I know - there is no happiness in life,
It is nonsense, the dream of a sick soul,
And I know - boring chant all my dull,
But I do not blame - I'm such a poet.