| In einer dunklen Stunde, ach, | 
| Alle Stunden sind dunkel hier. | 
| Aus einem Becher von zartestem Flieder | 
| Trinken wir Tee — allein mit mir. | 
| «My name is BROKEN CHALICE and leaden | 
| I am filled all the way up to the brim; | 
| Filled with sadness, and with misery, | 
| And the most terrible of things. | 
| Very soon I might overflow I fear, | 
| As I am filled with so much anger… | 
| And far too many tears». | 
| These words come from the depth of my discontent, | 
| To testify to you of the displeasure | 
| That I harbour against the world — and therefore myself. | 
| Hush, here lies truth, sweet child, in all its obvious simplicity. | 
| A long time ago it seems | 
| The boy has come to an agreement with himself, | 
| To remain in this wretched life for as long as It hasn’t reached the point of becoming totally… unbearable. | 
| Yes, he was prepared to tolerate | 
| The bleakness of all things, of darkness, | 
| Even nothingness itself, | 
| All of this perhaps only to prove | 
| That life really isn’t worth an effort, | 
| That an early VOLUNTARY DEATH is absolutely ALWAYS justified. | 
| Yes, I DO confess. | 
| I have a secret wish: | 
| I often dream of dying, | 
| To dissolve completely, | 
| To simply vanish, so that nothing, | 
| Not a single grain, would ever remain of me. | 
| No spark, no energy, no further existence for me, | 
| But most of all: NO REBIRTH!!! | 
| Alas, if I had this chance, this possibility, | 
| How free from worries could I be, | 
| If I only had this ONE guarantee… | 
| That there would be NO MORE tomorrows lying in wait for me… |