In my dream I see yellow lights
In husky voice I’m screaming
Wait a while, stay a while
Morning will be clear

But in the morning it is not fine
And the joy is no more
Smoking on an empty stomach
Drinking on hangover.

Eh once, and just once more,
And many, many, many times to go
Eh once, and just once more,
Drinking on hangover.

In the pubs are big green bottles
White napkins on occasions
Beggars, fools would love this spot
But I feel like a bird caged!

In the church, - all stench and gloom,
Deacons burning incense.
No! The church it is not so good,
It’s not up to my senses

So I hurry - up the hill
in case who knows what happens?
And on the hill - it’s an alder tree
And below grow cherries.

I wish ivy hid the slope
Then I would be happy!
If I had just a little bit more
it is not like what it should be!

Eh once, and just once more,
And many, many, many times to go
Eh once, and just once more,
Drinking on hangover.

Then I’m by the field, along the creek
I see the light, but no God!
it s blue-bell flowers in the fields
And a long, long Road.

A thick forest is By the trail
with old witches... at ease
at the end of this long way -
a scaffold Block with axes.

Somewhere horses dance to the beat,
Reluctant they are so slow.
By the road It’s no good, indeed
and at the end is more so

Neither the church and not the pub -
Nothing is for sacred!
No, guys, it’s all far from right
It all must be mended!

Eh once, and just once more,
And many, many, many times to go
Eh once, and just once more,
Drinking on hangover.