The first Act may begin

with me in bed alone

Getting up would mean

to put the dreams on hold

The dreams of orchards

lakes and boats on summer days

All I can see through dirty

window panes is haze

The clocks and servants running late

What is the cause

I am too tired to speculate

How it's gonna go

Honestly

hard to say

hard to say

The genre is set in stone

It's for me

for a day

a Russian play

In second act my fellow

Oblomovs in bar

will move too close to me

and bitch about the czar

Some actors with no parts

will simply stand around

and boys with axes drink themselves

into the ground

The Third Act Girl will be too late

What is the cause

I am too tired

to speculate