Who is that person in my mirror?
What does she do there? Who is she?
The sorrow in her eyes, a horror…
She is “the nobody”, it seemed to me…
She lives for nobody, for nothing,
She lives nowhere, falls too low –
I saw that, when she stopped laughing,
I felt her meanless – her “no-place-to-go”,
And at the same time doesn’t want to stay,
She’s already “the nobody”, and now it is too late…

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В колонках играет - these fuckin' cars in the street... blast!