Dreaming, I see yellow lights And I hiss while dreaming Give me time, oh give me time Morning will be easy But the morning is all wrong Party’s long been over Smoking on and empty gut Or drinking in hangover. Hey, one, another one, And more, and more another ones, Another one Drinking in hangover. I run into the field, along the stream It’s dark from light, there’s no God And in the field there are bluebells And a road that goes far. By the road there are thick groves Witches hiding in them And at the end of that long road There’s beheading platform.                 Hey, one, another one, And more, and more another ones, Another one A beheading platform. I run up the hill, losing breath To save myself from trouble On top of hill there stands an elm And at the foot - a cherry. Wish the slope was strewn with with grass That would maky me happy Wish there was anything else Nothing is the right way. In the church there’s dusk and stink Deacons burning incents No, the church is also wrong Nothing is the right way. Neither church, nor even pub Nothing’s ever sacred No, my friends, nothing is right Nothing’s right my friends. Hey, one, another one, And more, and more another ones, Another one Nothing is the right way.
© Alex Tolkachev. Translation, 1999