Франц Кафка - Горе холостяка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(reads: Ekaterina Semenova)

How bad it seems to remain a bachelor, in old age, with difficulty preserving the dignity, ask you to be accepted if you wanted to spend an evening with people, get sick and for weeks to look from the corner of your bed to an empty room, always say goodbye to the front door, never climb On the stairs next to his wife, to have in their room only side doors that lead to other people's homes, bring their dinner in one hand, admire other people's children and do not dare to constantly repeat: “I don’t have them”, amuse themselves in appearance and habits alone Or two bachelors from the memories of youth.

So it will be, only actually play in this role today and then you yourself, with your body and head, and therefore with your forehead, to clap your palm on it.

(translation by S. APTA)