Svetlana, I hated you when I was little.
You marked my boy, you bitch of brittle!
I hated you when he was lost and crying,
And when he still loved you while he was dying.
Svetlana, I do not even know you,
But do you know the damage that you do?!
I just heard your name out loud
And here you are, just like a cloud.
Svetlana, won’t you go away?
Be gone, be there, be stray.
I hate you cause I hate myself,
And I think I need some help.