In my dreams shines yellow light, Iím grunting and Iím turning. Wait... wait... let me be tonight. Itís better in the morning! But the morning helps me not, it brings me even lower: Smoking on a empty gut and drinking to hangover. Hey, again and once again, and one more time and over, and over, and again, and once again: drinking to hangover. In a pub - a green wine cup, And napkins look deceptive. Paupersí, jestersí paradise stop... But I feel like a captive! Churchís bench, Dim lights and stench. Deacons fuming incense. In the church all is wrong again, Ever making no sense! Run up the hill, impulsively: That might make me merry. At the top I see the alder tree, And at the foot - the cherry. Put some ivy on the slope, Maybe thatíd be worth it. Something, anything for my hope... Nothingís ever perfect! Hey, again and once again, and one more time and over, and over, and again, and once again: drinking to hangover. Run by the river, in the field, The daylightís dark... thereís no God! In the field - the clovers kneel by the lonely road. By the road the forest stands with witches, casting hexes. And there at the roadís end - the gallows and the axes. Somewhere the steeds in unison dance, Reluctant and demure. By the road itís all wrong again, And at the end - for sure! The church, the pub, and so on: Desecrate each other! No, brothers. Everything is wrong! Itís all wrong, my brothers! Hey again and once again, And one more time, and over, and again, and once again... Itís all wrong, my brothers!
© Vadim Astrakhan. Translation, 2011
© Vadim Astrakhan. Performance, 2011