Caught on the short wave, A loud sneerLooking for its source, Looking at the skiesDialing on the radio scale, I feel so blindWhy, why, why... Now I understandThat laughter so loudAnd that every street and every treeTalks about my lifeWith flap on my ears, I sit in a book-casePostman brings me a letter, Good news ...I hopeIs open, I read, My jaw dropsIn a puzzle competitionI won one... damned radioIs there no station, On the radio scaleWhere I can find, no mockery of my life?At last I, Now I understand,That laughter so loudAnd that every street and every treeTalks about my lifeOn the radio scaleThere's no station where I could findNo mockery, of my foolish life.