I Never Wear Mascara; I Laugh Until

My Sight Is Bad, My Hearing Is Bad, I Feel Bad, But I Don't Suffer, I Don't Complain.

I See Badly, I Hear Badly, And I Feel Bad, But Everything's Fine.

I Took Pleasure When I Could. I Acted Clearly And Morally And Without Regret. I'm Very Lucky.

I Have Legs Of Iron, But To Tell You The Truth, They're Starting To Rust And Buckle A Bit.

Death Doesn't Frighten Me; Now I Can Think Peacefully Of Ending A Long Life.