You, who stole my solitude
And expelled me into this mood,
Who permitted you to [bad word] So unelegant [bad word] 

You, who haunt me all day long,
Who make me write this song
Of how you've done me wrong

You, who stole my solitude,
The most precious thing I owned,
I never will forgive you

You, who barricade my streets,
Who leave me no retreat,
Who haunts me in my sleep
And bitter what I eat

You, say, what did you expect?
For a person who's infected
My association paths
(Did you expect a lovesong?)

You, who stole my solitude,
The most precious thing I owned,
I never will forgive you