Lament
J'connaitrai never happiness on earth
I am too stupid
All hurts me and all is misery for me
asshole
Everything started going badly finish
always the idiots
All pleasure disappears - after c is much worse
least for the idiots
Anxiety strangles me and hugs me j'empire
increasingly con
I do not know what to do or cry or laugh
as do the idiots
Sometimes it's blue then it's black soot
color idiots
We would like to sing but then the rain
arroz that 'the idiots
It expects trouble arises but
that tint the idiots
We want to dance - the floor is mud
wade the idiots
We 're idiots bulk slush
we're morons
Love wanders into an autogyro
above idiots
Who turn up their noses' ith a gentle smile smile
rec
still awaits adventure
illusion con
For they are reduced to their seul'nature
nature of con
Roses the flowers and moonlight
c ' is not for the idiots
The cons but they believe it is for nothing
food
construc
Raymond Queneau
[Lamentation
will never know the happiness on earth am too asshole
Everything makes me suffer and everything is miserable for my poor asshole
Everything begins
ends badly asshole ever for
All pleasure disappears and it is even worse then at least for
asshole Anxiety chokes me and push me
increasingly worsened
asshole I do not know what to do, whether to laugh or mourn as do the jerk
A other times it is blue and black soot color
bullshiters Want to sing but then the rain asshole
Creek to want to wait but then boredom
befalls the
asshole They want to dance but the soil is clay and
He skated the swollen asshole idiots
We
manure because we are assholes
Love walks in autogyro
above
asshole nose boosting
gentle smile smile still waiting asshole
adventure asshole
illusion
As they are reduced to their true asshole
be
Roses flowers and moonlight are not for asshole
The asshole believe it all but what better fodder for assholes
Translation Adolfo García Ortega, Raymond Queneau: The fatal moment. Visor, Madrid, 2009 (L'Instant fatal , 1948)]
J'connaitrai never happiness on earth
I am too stupid
All hurts me and all is misery for me
asshole
Everything started going badly finish
always the idiots
All pleasure disappears - after c is much worse
least for the idiots
Anxiety strangles me and hugs me j'empire
increasingly con
I do not know what to do or cry or laugh
as do the idiots
Sometimes it's blue then it's black soot
color idiots
We would like to sing but then the rain
arroz that 'the idiots
It expects trouble arises but
that tint the idiots
We want to dance - the floor is mud
wade the idiots
We 're idiots bulk slush
we're morons
Love wanders into an autogyro
above idiots
Who turn up their noses' ith a gentle smile smile
rec
still awaits adventure
illusion con
For they are reduced to their seul'nature
nature of con
Roses the flowers and moonlight
c ' is not for the idiots
The cons but they believe it is for nothing
food
construc
Raymond Queneau
[Lamentation
will never know the happiness on earth am too asshole
Everything makes me suffer and everything is miserable for my poor asshole
Everything begins
ends badly asshole ever for
All pleasure disappears and it is even worse then at least for
asshole Anxiety chokes me and push me
increasingly worsened
asshole I do not know what to do, whether to laugh or mourn as do the jerk
A other times it is blue and black soot color
bullshiters Want to sing but then the rain asshole
Creek to want to wait but then boredom
befalls the
asshole They want to dance but the soil is clay and
He skated the swollen asshole idiots
We
manure because we are assholes
Love walks in autogyro
above
asshole nose boosting
gentle smile smile still waiting asshole
adventure asshole
illusion
As they are reduced to their true asshole
be
Roses flowers and moonlight are not for asshole
The asshole believe it all but what better fodder for assholes
Translation Adolfo García Ortega, Raymond Queneau: The fatal moment. Visor, Madrid, 2009 (L'Instant fatal , 1948)]
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