Dreaming I see yellow lights Hoarsely scream while dreaming Give me time, oh give me time Morning will be easy But the morning was also hard My party have been over So I am smoking on empty gut Or drinking in hangover Hey one, another one, And many, many, many, many ones Another one and other ones All are wrong, I can say. I saw the pub - a lot of fun And many sexy women This place is heaven for drunkard But for me itís prison In holy church was dusk and stunk Priest burned incensed honey No, even church was wrong, I think Nothing there was holy I saw wild field along the stream That God forgot forever Blue bells were only in clear field And road that led somewhere Dark ancient forest by this road With evil witches orgies And at the end of that scary road Were guillotine and axes Hey one, another one, And many, many, many, many ones Another one and other ones All are wrong, I can say. So loosing breath I climbed on hill To save myself from horror I saw red alder on the top of hill But at the foot-black cherry If even ivy twined hills slope I might be happy see it Or, if there was only something else But nothing pleased my spirit So, I am dreaming on empty gut Or drinking in hangover Yes, something wrong along the road But at the end nightmare Neither church nor even pub Non of them is right way Nor my friends, oh nor my friends All are wrong, friends, I can say Hey one, another one, And many, many, many, many ones Another one and other ones All are wrong, I can say.
© Rifkat Arslanov. Translation, ?