Cars are passing, here is another rushing by - Everybody of course to their precise destinations, Perhaps from the song Ancharov - a "MAZ", Loaded with caspic herrings. I go along the way like a beggar with a bag, Cleverly saving a copek And my strength I spend rationally too, And the outcry I muffle in the body warmer. Where to, what for? - One can live, if one knows. And one can - without any effort Wake up and get up, if I could only sleep, And sing, if there would be no snow-storms.
Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018