Yes, you are ugly
containing a thousand thing
I refuse to understand
and continue to hate.

But for millions of grey
and faceless people
who constantly lie.
There is a silly beautiful few
So intresting and felling and dear.
Those, who will understand me and hear.

And for six month of starving
and nearly giving up my life.
There are free month of waiting
so sweet as I know what is next
And there are three months of living
When the luck is the law.

So I still love you, my dear world
And the only thing I ask you
Is to call the odds in my favor
So I could try living one more time.