I don't know
I don't have recipe for happiness
I don't know
I don't have also the license for intelligence
I know all the questions without answers
And all questions, where every answer is wrong
I don't know
I don't have recipe for happiness
I don't know
I don't have also the license for intelligence
I don't have medicine for fear
I can seldom afford to be optimist
I don't encompass myself
Body and mind in permanent disunity
Eternally against each other
Eternally as hostile armies
I don't know
Surely I will be forgotten
I don't know
I don't throw a stone
I don't know
I don't mix in leather straps
I take it with mild stream (I piss on it)