I have no talents, no features, no manners,
Nothing peculiar, nothing tremendous.
Feelings are glimmering, thoughts are spontaneous,
Wandering somewhere, I carry the banner.
Rhymes are confused, all my dreams are unreal.
What shall I wanna find - my damn ideal?
Someday I know a new wish will appear,
Different from previous one. It's so clear.
Whatever I've got, I will not have enough,
Looking for anything, finding some stuff.
There's no place for my freedom and love...
Don't you believe me? You're right - I just laugh. :)