Z pamiętnika młodej zielarki [English translation]

I try to open my eyes

Roar of the eyelids coming unglued is spining in my head

Air seems somewhat heavier

And I quaff it and quaff it

Slowly to the outside and to the inside

I think I'll go now

My butt froze to a step

First thought: Holy Mary!

Second thought: I'm such an idiot!

And again fuss about the house

And again puke on rags

Again dull try with a razor

Again getting bitched out by dad

It's 4:00 A.M.

How funny time flies

The Earth will turn just a bit more

And sun will light up again

Oh how sick I am

In my head I still hear voices

Untamed thoughts, glued up nails, broken hair

I think I'll go, but I really don't want to

Brothel in my head just like in a woman's purse

And again fuss about the house

And again puke on rags

Again dull try with a razor

Again getting bitched out by dad