Good luck, good fate or love
None of them were mine
My amorousness is a waste
My devotion is brine
Joys, giggles and smiles
Are for those who are swine
I don't deserve any love
Reasons are hard to define
For me the taste of life is sour
People around me are malign
A girl had always been a dream
A mysterious tasteless wine
Why always it’s hard and agonizing
The more it’s worst the more I refine
She loves me? She loves me not?
These questions are not fine
No hope no life no future
There is not even one sign
Everybody hates me even her
Nobody loves me no body is mine