Фредерик Бегбедер - любовь живет три года-самый грустный человек - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Why do I have no right to live like everyone else? Why, instead of the simple happiness that I was linked, I got the only difficulties and inflated?

I am a dead man. I wake up in the morning, and I unbearably want to sleep. I dress in black: I wear mourning on my own. Mourning for a person who did not. I walk like a machine gun, along the street street - along the street where Oscar Wilde died, just like me. I'm going to a restaurant where I do not eat anything. Metordivators are offended that I do not touch the dishes. Have you seen a lot of the dead who eat hot and licks? That is, everything that I drink, I drink on an empty stomach. What is good: I’m drunk quickly. What is bad: I am making an ulcer of the stomach.

I don't smile anymore. This is above my strength. I died and buried. I will not have children. The dead do not produce offspring. I am a dead man, shaking his hands to friends in a cafe. Very sociable dead and very frozen. I am probably the saddest person whom I met in my lifetime.