I've not been able, to heal myself yet 
Of street-prophets sentences 
My lips are throwing but curses 
My laughter is the cry of despair 

For a moment too much 
For longer to little 
It is also dangerous 
To forget one's name 

In what purpose, the end is left 
The way in its way is confused 
For everybody good 
Glory to fucking benefactors! 

I'm taking in my hands 
The act of depression 
Which one can get from notary public 
 to forget one's name? 
 violated thought about the test of the new 

I'm asking a lame beggar for advice 

To forget one's name? 
To forget