A dirty old man 
Some call me wrongly because 
I am still breathing 
A dirty old man 
I will be until the day 
They lower me down 
A dirty old man 
Jealous of my successes 
Have no humor left 
A dirty old man 
What could anyone think of 
At seventy-nine?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem