Through my dreams - a blinding light, And a voice is moaning Not tonight! Please not tonight! I’ll be fine come morning. But the morning’s just as bad All the fun is over Choking on a cigarette Toasting my hangover.         In the tavern - pain on ice Venison in season Fools’ and beggars’ paradise And my wide-open prison In the church it’s damp and grey Candles glow like rubies No, the church is not the way Not the way it should be Up the hill, no time to stop Better safe than sorry There’s an alder up on top And down below a cherry Drape the slope with moss at least Make it look less shabby But everything’s the way it is And not the way it should         Way across the river shadows loom God, where are you hiding? In the meadows bluebells bloom And the road is winding Woods are deep around the bend Full of witches lurking And if you make it to the end There’s a hangman smirking Horses prancing far away Beautiful and bashful It’s all wrong along the way And in the end especially Well you can drink or you can pray Won’t do you any good No, my friends, it’s not the way Not the way it should be.        
© Mika Tubinshlak. Translation, 2009
© Mika Tubinshlak. Performance, 2009
© Michelle Nichol. Performance, 2010