In my dream - yellow fires
And I wheeze in my sleep:
Wait a bit, wait a bit,
In the morning it’ll get better!

But in the morning everything is wrong,
The joy is gone:
Either you smoke on an empty stomach,
Or you drink your way out of a a hangover.

Hey one yes
once again
Hey one yes
many-many more times

In the bars there’s green fabric
And white napkins.
Paradise for the poor and the jokers,
But to me - it’s like being a caged bird!

In the church it smells and it’s gloomy,
The old women smoke incense.
No! Even in church everything is wrong,
Everything is not as it should be.

I hurry to the mountain
So that something didn’t go
But on the mountain stands an alder
While under the mountain a cherry tree

If only there were ivy on the slope
I’d get some joy from it
If only anything else
Everything is not as it should be

Hey one yes
once again
Hey one yes
many-many more times

I then go through the field along the river
Some light - some dark, there’s no God!
While in the pure field of cornflowers
There’s a faraway road

Along the road there’s a deep forest
With Baba-Yagas
While at the end of that road -
Chopping blocks and axes.

Somewhere the stallions dance in time,
Unhurried and swimmingly.
Along the road everything is wrong,
But all the more in the end.

Neither in the church nor in the bars -
Nothing is holy!
No boys, everything is wrong,
Everything is wrong, boys!

Hey one yes
once again
Hey one yes
many-many more times