Like the cuckoo in the clock,
I seem nearly alive.
I don’t envy birds in the forest,
I just crow out the hours
when my clock is wound.
Only on an enemy
would I wish this existence.
But in fact, I don’t wish anything.
I have less wants than a pet,
I’m only a toy.
Я живу, как кукушка в часах,
Не завидую птицам в лесах.
Заведут — и кукую.
Знаешь, долю такую
Лишь врагу
Пожелать я могу.