In dreams I see yelow lights
Sleeping I am wheezing
Wait little time, wait little time -
Morning must be easier

But the morning is wrong too:
Happiness is nowhere
Smoking before eating food.
Drinking from hangover

 
 
 
 

There are green glasses in bars
And white paper napkins.
Paradise for poors and clowns,
(But I)feel as birds in cages

There are stink and dark in church,
Priests are smoking insence.
So that here we can watch -
Nothing has right meanings

Go to mountain, running free,
All things must be checkin
At the up stays alder tree,
At the down is cherry

If the slope’s twisted by lvy
So it would not be strong.
I need something not to die,
But there’s everything’s wrong!

 
 
 
 

Go in field by the river -
Much light, but there’s no God
In the field are corn flowers
And the very long road

By the road stays deep wood
With the Yaga-Grannies
In the end of this long road -
Hanging with axe-handles

Somewhere horses dance in time
Not wanting and slowly
By the road is nothing right
In the end at all, more

Not a church and not a bar
Nothing’s realy brightly
No, my people, nothing right
Nothing’s really rightly!