Sutra me probudi [English translation]

I don't exist, I'm completely empty

and viper bit my heart

I am threadbare like a militarily cauldron

I am cancelled like a post stamp

If you exist, help me, God

my soul has been poisoned for years

a man is sum of guts, bones and skin

a man is a sack of shit

I hear mocking laughter behind back

before I would kill, and now I feel like crying

I only know to be Don Quixote

and to chase my windmills furthermore

Ref.

These days I am sick from people

don't touch me, wake me up tomorrow

Dogs and bitches were waving with tail

and I helpless like a fish on dry land

about something beautiful I was talking to a blind man

and all my truths I was singing to a deaf man