In my dream I see yellow lights In husky voice Iím 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, Itís not up to my senses So I hurry - up the hill in case who knows what happens? And on the hill - itís 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 Iím 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 Itís no good, indeed and at the end is more so Neither the church and not the pub - Nothing is for sacred! No, guys, itís 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.
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Translation, 2012
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Performance, 2012