You call her one evening: she is not there, she is not there!
Better if she was but, after all, to me ...
What does it matter to me: she goes, I go!
If the soul is lost, the world is mine
The fountain washes me at night
Look at me, a man going past!
Down in the water, freedom spent quickly!
The night in love and anger, but she doesn't know
That you die without her
It is worthless if it is worth less than nothing, less than me
My mistake, it is always with me
I get tired, then she leaves, I miss her, all the worse for me!
Fists on the street, with whom I don't know
Apologize: am I a man or not? ...
They stare at me, why, why?
I'm normal, only ...
Special days, goodbye, goodbye
We are rivals, the world and I
Wrinkle in the sky, you will see, you will see
The night now gives itself up at dawn
Yesterday's phrase: she goes, I go
Today's phrase: where is she, my God!