You have pined up all your hopes on me

you have nailed me to the cross

Do you actually think that I will resurrect for you?

On my way out, you cheerfully threw at me your

“Work Hard” pet phrase.

Hell, I have aged at the touch of you

my joints hurts in the open air

my back responds to well to the gravity’s pull

only this snow so white on the ground

keeps me from hurrying to the devil’s mouth