Got no father, no mother,

no god, no homeland,

no cradle, no shroud,

no kiss, no lover.

Last three days I haven't eaten

neither a lot, nor a morsel,

my twenty years is power,

I am looking for a buyer.

If no one wants it,

the devil will take it,

with a pure heart I will plunder,

if need be I will murder.

I'll be caught, I'll be gallowed,

with blessed earth I'll be covered,

& death spreading grass will grow,

on my oh, so beautiful heart.

1925

translated by Michael Castro & Gábor G. Gyukics