Caught on the short wave, A loud sneer
Looking for its source, Looking at the skies
Dialing on the radio scale, I feel so blind
Why, why, why... Now I understand
That laughter so loud
And that every street and every tree
Talks about my life
With flap on my ears, I sit in a book-case
Postman brings me a letter, Good news ...I hope
Is open, I read, My jaw drops
In a puzzle competition
I won one... damned radio
Is there no station, On the radio scale
Where I can find, no mockery of my life?
At last I, Now I understand,
That laughter so loud
And that every street and every tree
Talks about my life
On the radio scale
There's no station where I could find
No mockery, of my foolish life.