It's boring, it's sad, and there is no one to give your hand to
In a moment of soul's adversity...
Desires! ... what is the use of vainly and eternally desiring?
And the years are going by - all our best years!
To love ...but who then? ...
For a time - is not worth the effort,
And to love eternally is impossible.
If you look into yourself, there is no trace of the past there;
Both joy and torment, everything is come to nothing.
What of passions? - well, sooner or later their sweet sickness
Will vanish in the light of reason.
And life, if you look with cold attention around you --
Is such an empty and stupid joke.