Who cares that your old ladyís always nagging? Who cares that you are breaking out in hives? Who cares that, once again, youíre off the wagon? Be thankful that, at least, youíre still alive. Big deal - your only jacket doesnít wear well. Big deal - the nightmares tortured you till five. Big deal - somebody mugged you in the stairwell. Be thankful that, at least, youíre still alive.
       
Yeah, yeah - your poker partner died of scurvy. Yeah, yeah - youíre looking pale and sleep-deprived. Yeah, yeah - you spent a week-end on a gurney. Be thankful that, at least, youíre still alive. So what if youíve got footprints on your forehead? So what if your career just took a dive? So what if your cholesterol is horrid? Be thankful that, at least, youíre still alive.
       
No sweat - you never learned to play the fiddle. No sweat - another summons has arrived. No sweat - your head is hurting you a little. Be thankful that, at least, youíre still alive. Itís true that itís my fault, and I am sorry. Itís true - you canít achieve unless you strive. Itís true. I only have a single worry: To whom should I give thanks that Iím alive?
       
© Serge Elnitsky. Translation, 2003