May God and the devil damn me to hell:
Damn It all... why is my bar the only empty one...
Grumpy, reproachful waiters standing around--
It is my fault--
Not one damned person comes to the door--
Cramped in a corner I sit with a hopeful face.
No customers come.--
The food rots, the wine and bread.
I might as well shut the joint.
And cry myself to death.



A Trouble-making Girl


It's certainly late. I must earn something.
But they're all going right by today with smug expressions on their
faces.
They don't want to give me a single good-luck penny.
It's a miserable life.
If I come home without money
The old lady will throw me out.
There is hardly anyone on the street any more.
I am dead tired and freezing.
I was never so miserable in my life.
I move around here like a piece of meat.
Finally someone comes over:
An extremely well-dressed man--
But in this life one can't tell much