How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn,
wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.
I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one...
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore."
This city will always pursue you. You will walk
the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,
will turn gray in these same houses.
You will always end up in this city.
Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere else in the world.
The doom is everywhere, the hope has been choked out.
Have a nice day.