In my dream - yellow lights,
wheezing in my sleep;
a while longer, a whole longer,
In the morning I’ll be fine!

But in the morning everything’s wrong,
The joy is gone;
Either you smoke on an empty stomach,
Or you quench a hangover.

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times...

In the bars; green tablecloths
And white napkins.
Heaven for the poor and slobs,
But for me - like a bird in a cage!

In the church; stench and gloom,
Preachers burning incense.
No! Even in church everything’s wrong,
Not as it should be.

To the mountain I rush,
So that something there might be,
On the mountain stands an alder,
While below a cherry tree;

If only there were ivy on the slope;
I’d get some joy from it,
If only anything else;
It’s not as it should be.

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times...

Then to the field I go, along the river bank;
Some light, some darkness - but no God!
While in the pure field;
there are cornflowers and a distant road.

Along the road there’s a deep forest
With Baba-Yaga witches;
And at the road’s end;
Chopping blocks and axes.

Somewhere the stallions dance in tune,
Unhurried and easy.
Along the road everything is wrong,
But at the end; completely.

Neither in church nor the in the bar -
Nothing is held holy!
No, my friends; everything’s wrong,
Everything’s wrong, my friends!

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times...