In my dream - yellow lights
And I wheeze while sleeping:
- You just wait, just wait,
The morning is better than the evening.

But ithe morning is all wrong,
Something’s wrong, fun’s over,
Either smoking on empty lungs,
Or drinking while hungover.

Eeh! Fine! One more time!
And many many many many times!
One more time!
And many many times!

In the pubs - a green glass,
Clear sheets, white napkins.
Joy for bums and jesters, if you ask.
To me - like birds in cages.

In the church - there’s darkness are there’s smoke,
Popes are smoking incense.
No! In church it’s also wrong!
All is wrong, God damn it!

Run to the mountain, catching breath,
Just to keep things safer.
On the hill there stands a birch.
Under the hill - a cherry.

If only sover the hill with grass,
Still I’d fell more happy
Or, hell, maybe, something else
All is wrong! Not as it must be!

Eeh! Fine! One more time!
And many many many many times!
One more time!
All is wrong, God damn it!

Run by the river, in the field
Hell of light, but no God.
Bluets growing in that field
A long and winding road.

Along the road - the deepest woods
With ugly Baba Yagas
And at the end of that road -
A scaffold ful of axes.

Somewhere horses dance along
Half-heartedly and slowly.
Along that road - all is wrong,
And at the end - jast more so.

Not a pab and not a church,
Nothing at all is sacred.
No, guys! All is wrong!
All is wrong, guys, damn you!

Eeh! Fine! Oh, damn you!
One more time! Oh, damn you!
And many many many many times!
All is wrong, guys! Damn it!