3 br br What can I do, blind and outcast br In a world where all are fathered and sighted, br Where passions go over anathemas br As if over embankments! Where a lament br Is called - sniffles! br br What can I do, by rib and Providence br Singing! - Like a wire! Sunburn! Siberia! br I travel my delusions - like a bridge! br With their weightlessness br In a world of weights.