Каме может, и я смогу
I wanted to find a few poems
About a couple of things.
But pain doesn't interest poets,
And neither does sex, it seems.

If I were a little less lazy,
I'd write you a masterpiece.
About protection and fantasy,
Love, freedom, laughter and ease.

If I were a bit more talented,
I'd write for myself a good verse.
About rejection, and jealosy,
And how this loneliness hurts.