Текст песни Франц Кафка - Горе холостяка

(reads: Ekaterina Semyonova)

How bad it seems - to remain a bachelor, in old age, with difficulty preserving your dignity, to ask to be accepted if you want to spend an evening with people, to get sick and look from the corner of your bed at an empty room for weeks, always say goodbye in front of the front door, never climb on the stairs next to his wife, to have in his room only side doors that lead to other people's dwellings, to bring home his supper in one hand, to admire other people's children and not dare to constantly repeat: “I don’t have them”, to become like one or two bachelors from youth memories.

This is how it will be, only in fact you will play this role today and then you will be yourself, with your body and head, and therefore with your forehead, to slap your palm on it.
(translation by S. Apt)