A scatterbrain driver will cut short my life for evermore.
My corpse from morgue no one will claim.
They’ll take my skull into the museum of local lore,
To make the lotto or the dominoes they’ll take my skeleton remains.
That’s it, I’ve decided, I’ll drink some tea and die:
It’s unbearable to overcome my insignificance.
No, it’s better if it happens at sunrise,
Otherwise, just lie all night, till I’ll be missed.
In the museum they’ll cheat the folk,
Though the people do not give a damn , I think.
With a pointer the guide straight in my eye will poke
And he will say: " Here is a missing link".
Or in the form of dominoes they’ll bring me to the square,
They’ll mixed them up, turned them upside down on the board
And, creating "fish"1, may be, the pensioner
For the first time will remember me with a kind word.
Like an ordinary pedestrian I walked through life,
Not to be late,I’ve always got up at such an early time...
The one who said, that he respected me, he lies.
One...no self respecting drunken swine.