I go on the street And all is everyday Grey walls and dusty trees And rubbish on my way I see the people's races And all repeat again I see them foolish faces And heads without brain. We a live in world of madness… We a live in world of sadness… I know my disease And I want kill my sense Hard life without drinks But exit - in my hands I buy the many beers And drink this after wine My brain-work to appease In the madness - our sign.