Oh! I envy you, you got so much self-assurance

You’re so insolent, but... by the way you got nothing to say

You’re clever boy, probably you’ve got no problems

Yeah, you always smile, but... why are you shakin’?

You always have clean hands, yeah, it isn’t my business,

But don’t get me wrong, you don’t tell me what’s goin’ on.

You’ve got so much to tell, you’ve nothing left to transfer

You almost don’t curse, why doesn’t anyone want to know you?

You say, you’re always right, I envy you so much,

You say, you’re never wrong, but... why do you blunder?

I don’t believe, that you could hurt anyone,

Sure, you’re good-lookin’, but why you’re still alone.

Don’t touch me,

Hands off,

Don’t touch me,

Go away!^[1]