Haven’t You Had More Than Enough of Your Thoughts, Which You Whisper and Whisper like an Obsession, as if You Were Whirling Round and Round on Some Island?

I’ll wash my face and you’ll forgive me
I’ll kneel down and you’ll hate me
I’ll blaspheme you and you’ll be pleased
I’ll love you and you’ll hate me
I’ll hate you and you’ll love me
I’ll hate you and you’ll hate me
I’ll love you and you’ll love me
I’ll drink you and you’ll poison me
I’ll throw you into the fire and I’ll burn
I’ll save you from the fire and you’ll fly
O human leaf, too much is equal to too little,
fortune and poverty equal.