Drowsy in everything,
loathing my unfortunate existence,
a needy girl, awful, impassive like me?
Explain how could people will treat me adequately?

We don't have the magistrate we want.
We don't have the evenhanded that we are always praying for.
We don't have an amicable life that is unthinkable to attain.

Look around and you will see an enormous tangle,
look...