I am nothing,
I have nothing,
I have no miracles
No heroic exploits.
I am a defeated man,
I have no greatness.
I know, no one is there
To support me.
I am living alone,
And always I am here
In the grave crisis,
The crisis of living.
I am stupid,
I am poor, I know.
I can do nothing,
But to cry, looking
In the cloudy sky.
Tell me what you like,
Give me what you like,
Do, what you want to do
Against me, I am here
To tolerate all.
But surely,
I am not at all
Envious.
I know,
I am nothing,
I can do nothing,
I have nothing, nothing.
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