Gynanç

I feel sorry for you, brother,
I can’t help it.
I cannot give what you want either,
I simply can’t do it.

There’re things one can do,
And there’re things one should not.
There’s things one figures out by himself,
It’s not a warning but a thought.

There’re limits on everything,
But there’s no border on stupidity.
You’d compare me to a last thing,
I’d say only ‘What a pity!’