At first a chair dumped in the abyss
Then a bed fell there and then
a table, I had pushed it down
Myself, don't want it to be kept
Then a schoolbook called "Mother Tongue"
A photo of the whole of my family
Then it came to four walls and stove
There left just my coat and me
Adieu, my darling, put off the ring
Subscribe to a journal of fashion
And you can spit in the face of that
One who will take my place up