Though the night's still glowing round
  Yet I know the day is bad
  Pop stars, in a paper bread
  And again I find my face
  All neglected, out of place
  In my hair there is some spray
  
  Now it's warm, I've lit the stove
  Burned my poems, feel so small
  My diploma's on the wall:
  In the long jump - third place won
  There is no more use of me
  So I'd better go to sleep
  Don't look at my photos, please!
  
  There's nothing in my heart
  No value anymore
  The redness of my blood
  Is just a kind of joke
  And I want to forget
  As often as I can
  There's nothing in my heart
  No value anymore
  
  And you should guard my dreams
  Come any time you like
  Those moments of my days
  You'll hold within your hand
  So do not cheer me up
  I'll stand here all alone
  
  There's nothing in my heart
  No value anymore