Treplev [English translation]

My table is an execution ground

And empty sheet the dead body of my Muse

The past has gone, no, there is no next time

I write to you because I owe it to myself

I am not like you, indebted to God

He never wrote notes into my margins

He wasted talent only on your writing

and left me with allegories

There is no pain in death

Only the fear hurts

You are undeserving of your renomé

and everyone should know

Don't cry, oh please

don't cry, my sweetheart

You are a cowardly scoundrel

Who ran from a duel

You write off-the-cuff, unspeakably shallow

May all your books soon fall out of fashion

You drafted a scheme and sought inspiration

In my last point of safety

You wrote promises of loyalty on her back

and instead of signature, just three black dots on her calfs

She gushes over how easily you write

And that she is no more than a story of yours

There is no pain in death

Only the fear hurts

You are undeserving of your renomé

and everyone should know

Don't cry, oh please

don't cry, my sweetheart

You are a cowardly scoundrel

Who ran from a duel

The corpses of my phrases lay aroung the battlefield

A deacon can be heard, drunkenly singing

While I'm still young, I am loosing my leafs already

And you can crush this leaf as well, once read

The words fickle with meanings like whores

I would like to see the look of your face

There was nothing but hate in between us

And yet you are my last reader

There is no pain in death

Only the fear hurts

You are undeserving of your renomé

and everyone should know

Don't cry, oh please

don't cry, my sweetheart

You are a cowardly scoundrel

Who ran from a duel

I hope the Hell is too narrow for you, Boris

I swear to God I will haunt your dreams

Because in this world the hearts dont beat just for passion

I am dying with a weapon in my hands, through your fault

But know forever that I will never forgive you

God damned my mother but angel will protect my Nina

From your impure touches that rob of innocence

I will be close to her, embodied in the solitude

There is no pain in death

Only the fear hurts

You are undeserving of your renomé

and everyone should know

Don't cry, oh please

don't cry, my sweetheart

You are a cowardly scoundrel

Who ran from a duel

There is no pain in death

Only the fear hurts

You are undeserving of your renomé

and everyone should know

Don't cry, oh please

don't cry, my sweetheart

You are a cowardly scoundrel

Who ran from a duel