Hiro Protagonist

Both my tastes and requests are strange, I'm exotic to say the least I can chew glasses at the same time And read Schiller without a dictionary. There are two “I”s in me, two poles of the planet, Two different people, two enemies. When one strives for ballets, The other goes straight to the races. I won’t allow anything unnecessary in my thoughts, When I live in the first person. But it often breaks free The second “I” in the guise of a scoundrel. And I'm afraid, I'm crushing the scoundrel inside me, Oh, my restless fate! I'm afraid of a mistake: it may turn out That I’m putting pressure on the wrong second “I.” When in the shower I open the galleys In those places where sincerity itself, Then the waitresses lend me money And women caress for nothing. But all the ideals are going to hell. But I'm rude, I'm intolerant and angry. But here I sit and stupidly eat glasses, Throwing Schiller under the table. And the trial is underway. The whole hall is looking at my back, Both the prosecutor and the citizen judge. Believe me, I didn't break the window, And my vile second self. And I ask you, don’t judge strictly, Just give a deadline, but don’t give a deadline, I will attend the courts as a spectator, And go into prisons for a sneak peek. I don't intend to break windows anymore And the faces of citizens. Write it down like that. I will reunite the two halves My sick split soul. I will eradicate! I'll bury you! I'll bury it! I'll cleanse myself! I won't hide anything. This “I”, my second, is alien to me. No, this is not my other self.