My tastes and wishes are of no classes -
Iím exotic, minimum to tell:
Can at the same time show biting glasses
And reading Schiller in tíoriginal.
Iíve got two MEs, two ends of cosmic alley.
Two kinds of men, two enemies oppose:
When one of them is going to the ballet -
The other one - directly to tí race course.
To something wrongful I become an orphan
When living in the name of front ME nice, -
But there is at liberty set often
The second ME, a blackguard in disguise.
And Iím fighting with the bastard inside, -
Oh, troubles that my portion marked by! -
What if mistaken, trying then to win a fight
Iím crushing what is not my second I.
Wheníer my interior is sunny
At places Iím candid all along -
So waitresses will gladly lend me money,
And women will caress me for a song.
Hell now with ideas - all it tumbles,
Iím now angry, rude, against the law,
Iím now sitting stupid crunching tumblers
At thrown down Schiller to the floor.
The trial plays - all eyes to gaze the last case.
Your Honour, Prosecution, Gentlemen!
Believe me that I didnít break the glass case, -
It was my full of meanness second man.
And I entreat you - donít be severe, -
Just give me time, but donít give me time!
As a spectator I will come by here
And visit jails never for a crime.
Iíve no longer trend to break shop-cases
And peopleís faces - put it down, please!
I will reduplicate two lonely traces
íF my splitting personality amiss.
Iíll root it out, bury it in rigour, -
And wash me clean and will be straight and clean!
A stranger is my secondary Ego, -
Itís not my own, never has it been!