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The little drunk girl

Who will love me? And who will love me?
And who will love me? Who will love me?
If I'm a little drunk girl who vomits pure rage.
If I'm a little drunk girl who vomits pure rage.
Who will love me? Who will love me that way?
Who will love me? Who will love me that way?
On my neck I always wear a cloth with a knot
In my village I always wear a cloth with a knot
Against this violent world, lacking feelings
Everyone is criticized, all the saints are perfect.
But I'm not interested in anyone's opinions.
But I'm not interested in anyone's opinions.
And who wants to love that way? And who wants to love that way?
And who wants to love that way? And who wants to love that way?
If for a love I kill and afterwards I die of sorrow
If for a love I kill and afterwards I die of sorrow
and one was left crying and the other one kept living
and one was left crying and the other one kept living
How many loves do you carry, little dark one from Peru?
How many loves do you carry, little dark one from Peru?
I don't know yet, but soon I will know.
I don't know yet, but soon I will know.
I still have to see death's back
I still have to see death's lap.
 

On the neutral zone

On the border to Turkey or Pakistan -
Is a neutral zone. To the right were there are shrubs, -
Our border guards with our captain,
And on the left side - their posts.
 
And on the neutral zone the flowers
Are of exceptional beauty!
 
The bride of the captain decided to live together.
She turned up and said: My love, that and this ...-
One must at least give the bride a bunch of flowers -
What is a wedding without flowers? A booze-up and that's all!
 
And on the neutral zone the flowers
Are of exceptional beauty!
 
To the superior, with a notice,
Also turned up an old wife - swooped down capriciously,
And said also 'Love', only in Turkish, -
There'll be a wedding, she said, - a wedding and sabbath.
 
And on the neutral zone the flowers
Are of exceptional beauty!
 
Our border guards are brave lads -
Three volunteered to go, with them is the captain.
How should they know about it, that the Asians
Made up their minds to fire at the flowers in the night.
 
And on the neutral zone the flowers
Are of exceptional beauty!
 
Drunken from the smell of the flowers, the captian is dead drunk,
Now and their captain is also dead drunk.
He topppled on the flowers and moaned in Turkish,
And in Russian he cried: - Mother ... - the captain collapsed.
 
And on the neutral zone the flowers
Are of exceptional beauty!
 
Does the captain sleep and does he dream,
That the borders were opened, like the gate of the Kremlin.
He is contemptuous, there need not be a foreign country
He wanted to pass noman's land.
Why is that not possible? The earth however is nobody's,
It is all the same - neutral!
 
And on the neutral zone the flowers
Are of exceptional beauty!
 

Today it will be me

All my close ones are going to the ball today
Boredom, maybe sadness or regret got me?
I looked at the sky and came up with that
I'll call you to make a date
Only you know it and only I know it
That it will work, laj, laj, laj, laj
 
That when the night comes and turns off my conscience
And when the star falls, which shone upon us
That's when I come and study you
And you will loudly say, 'Today it will be me'
 
That when the night comes and turns off my conscience
And when the star falls, which shone upon us
That's when I come and study you
And you will loudly say, 'Today it will be me'
 
I'm ashamed normally, maybe I'm doing something wrong
I will tell my friends as they will find out anyway
All in all, they fooled me and chose the ball
I think I will make my Taj Mahal again
For me it's debauchery, it's the last time
But why not? Laj, laj, laj, laj
 
As when the night comes and turns off my conscience
And when the star falls, which shone upon us
That's when I come and study you
And you will loudly say, 'Today it will be me'
 
As when the night comes and turns off my conscience
And when the star falls, which shone upon us
That's when I come and study you
And you will loudly say, 'Today it will be me'
 
As when the night comes and turns off my conscience
And when the star falls, which shone upon us
That's when I come and study you
And you will loudly say, 'Today it will be me'
 
As when the night comes and turns off my conscience
And when the star falls, which shone upon us
That's when I come and study you
And you will loudly say, 'Today it will be me'
 

The Best, The Best, The Best

The best, the best, the best
The best kind of love is a shy love
When you chatter about everything and you blush
He likes engines, she likes sport, mountains
They definitely will gossip about the teachers
This is what you like to remember
 
May, may, may, maybe they will buy a box in a cinema
Like the Count of Monte Cristo and that duchess
She is literally like Jana Brejchová
Jean Marais is not manlier
This is what you like to remember
 
They don't look at the tower clock on their way back from the cinema
It doesn't work either
They are soaking their noses in an ice cream
 
The most, the most, the most quickly the time flies during the date
Why can't you go out without the permit?
There is so mich talking because of the little delay
Parents won't change in that
This is what you like to remember
 

It's all about her

If you roam around roofs at night,
The password is love.
If stars grow a little closer,
The answer is love.
 
Until all pain is lost, until the meaning is clear:
Whose are you? Whose are you?
He must've been the best
While he was with her.
 
[Chorus:]
It's all about her. It's all about him.
It all happened this way, had nothing to do with you.
The words will ring from the news bulletins:
'It's all about him. It's all about her.'
 
If the wind enters through a window,
The password is love.
If no one answers you there,
The answer is love.
 
If he left only for a second,
He doesn't belong to anyone anymore.
Maybe you even heard something
About him, about her.
 
[Chorus:]
It's all about her. It's all about him.
It all happened this way, had nothing to do with you.
The words will ring from the news bulletins:
'It's all about him. It's all about her.'
 
Not in time to say goodbye,
Not done singing your story,
Don't promise anything,
Don't say 'love'.
 
[Chorus:]
It's all about her. It's all about him.
It all happened this way, had nothing to do with you.
The words will ring from the news bulletins:
'It's all about him. It's all about her.'
 
It's all about her. It's all about him.
It all happened this way, had nothing to do with you.
The words will ring from the news bulletins:
'It's all about him. It's all about her.'
 
It's all about him...
 

The good looking are more loved ...

The good-looking are more loved and assiduously
The merry-ones are loved less, but quicker, -
The taciturn persons are loved, only less often,
But if they are loved, stronger.
 
Don't yell tender words, don't yell,
Sometimes keep them for a while involuntarily
May the steamer be noisy at night,
Now and you keep quiet, be quiet, -
Hurry up - otherwise all will be lost.
 
She reads sad novels, -
Now let her compare, and trust in her, -
However there appeared black tulips -
To let the white look whiter.
 
Don't yell tender words, don't yell,
Sometimes keep them for a while involuntarily, -
May the poets yell and vow,
Now and you keep quiet, be quiet, -
Hurry up - otherwise all will be lost.
 
The words run, they feel crowded - now what so ever! -
You are afraid to be late.
There are many words if you want,
Tell, if you are not able to be without saying them.
 
But don't shout those words, don't shout,
Sometimes keep them for a while involuntarily,
May the steamers be noisy at night ..
Fall silent, keep quiet, be quiet, -
Hurry up! - otherwise all will be lost.
 

Song of an abandoned woman

He left me, he gave me the brush off,
Why exactly me, the defenceless one?
“Brush off the other one”, I begged him
and he replied: “Get lost, you stupid girl!”
 
So tell me, why did you do that to me?
I believed him blindly like a fool.
Bloody swine! He swore to love me,
but he cheated me.
 
Andreeeew, Andreeeew!
Blimey, oh, dearie me!
Get lost in hell,
you bloody bastard!
 
I remember, though it’s not worth mentioning,
it was Friday, just before four o’clock.
He has chosen the worst time,
he could have done it on Monday or Tuesday!
 
He had ruined half of my Friday, bloody swine!
On Saturday I was yelling from a hangover.
It was only on Sunday when I finally
came to terms with this misfortune.
 
Andreeeew, Andreeeew!
Blimey, oh, dearie me!
Get lost in hell,
you bloody bastard!
 
………..
 
You ruined my weekeeeend!
 
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TILL

you've asked me countless times
you'll ask me once again
how far my love will go
how wide it is, how deep it is
how endless and how limitless
how long my love will last
 
Refrain:
as long as i hear singing in my ears
and there is rhythm to pursue
as long as music lives inside my soul
i will be loving you
my dear don't think that i'll desert you
i cannot even think to leave you
that's how I feel inside
i'll never leave your side
I'm saying this so you may know
how endless is my love for you
 
as long as you're the one
selected by my soul
to love with all my might
my heart feels you're the one
the one that i should love
without an end in sight
 
(Refrain)
 
as long as my heart feels
a yearning for a love
a love that never stops to long for only you
until the limits of the earth
until the end of time and space
i'll love you until god
will take my breath away
 
my dear don't think that i'll desert you
i cannot even think to leave you
that's how I feel inside
i'll never leave your side
as long as there is love
the world will know it's only for you
as long as there is love
the world will know it's only for you
 

The Summer That Never Says No

It's Monday and the street is glossy wet
Underneath a sky that is grey and worn-out
It's Tuesday and the people are in a hurry
It's a hustle that is grey and tired
 
Am I grey, are you blue, is it autumn?
Your breasts are like swallows that are nesting
 
It's the summer that is living inside of you
The summer that is growing inside of you
The summer that is smiling inside of you
The summer that you are giving to me
You are the summer that never says no
 
The summer that is living inside of you
The summer that is growing inside of you
The summer that never says no
 
You have worked like a dog
And you only want to get away from here
All day long you were sitting there, everyone in his own cage
And every colour you saw was the colour of neon
 
Am I grey, are you blue, is it autumn?
Your breasts are like swallows that are nesting
 
It's the summer that is living inside of you
The summer that is growing inside of you
The summer that is smiling inside of you
The summer that you are giving to me
You are the summer that never says no
 
The summer that is living inside of you
The summer that is growing inside of you
The summer that never says no
 
Am I grey, are you blue, is it autumn?
Your breasts are like swallows that are nesting
 
It's the summer that is living inside of you
The summer that is growing inside of you
The summer that is smiling inside of you
The summer that you are giving to me
You are the summer that never says no
 
You are the summer that never says no
 

The Ballad About The Black Death

Old Inn Under A Blue Star,
vicious like an addiction,
musty like piss.
It hosted many men and by drinking many could
forget that they have to live.
 
One day, from a long journey
a pilgrim came that had eyes
black and deep like the darkness of a well.
A cane was trembling in her skinny hand.
 
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
 
'Have a soup, pious pilgrim,'
said good innkeeper and suddenly he became pale
'cause black eyes were eyeholes.
From cheeks, cadaveric poison was pouring out.
 
The rabble screamed out: 'Death within the city walls! Exile her! Exile! May she go away!'
A few burghers jerk the pilgrim
and a couple of footmen grab their swords.
 
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
 
When she crawled off the pavement, she raised her thin arm
towards mountains and as she stood,
she cast a mute curse on the castle.
Every of the burghers was afraid to stop her.
 
Din dirin din, bells are chiming fearsomely.
At homes in the evening, people raised a cry.
When this lady strides through the borough,
twist in pain on the ground and splutter.
 
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
 
On her right side, an angel is flying
and crying silently and on her left side there's a chort.
Grim, in a windblown robe,
she flows through the world and takes lives.
 
Put your dead men on carts.
Burn buffalo horns and fur.
Block your mouths with a cloth with vinegar.
Maybe the Black Death will save you.
 
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
 
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
 

The Red Army is Stronger than All

The White Army, the black baron
Are once again preparing the Tzar's throne for us,
But from the Taiga to the British Seas
The Red Army is stronger than all
 
Chorus:
So let the Reds
Grasp authoritatively
Their bayonets with their calloused hands,
And we all should
Without restraint
Go forth into the last deadly battle!
 
Red Army, march march forward!
The Revolutionary Military Council calls us to battle.
Indeed from the Taiga to the British Seas
The Red Army is stronger than all!
 
Chorus
 
We are fanning the global flames,
Churches and prisons we level to the ground.
Indeed from the Taiga to the British Seas
The Red Army is stronger than all!
 
Chorus
 

Again Over There Into The Ocean of Light (Aria of Mister X)

The clock is ticking fast
I am ready to come out
Arena is calling for me...
 
Again over there into the ocean of light
Despite my despair I must thrill and excite
Intense is the limelight, fanfare’s at full blast
The audience applauding, be brave the gymnast!
Defying the death
Courageous and brave is my stunt
Everyone’s silent
My statement is blunt
Listening to the violin
The ladies will keep their cool
They’ll say with a smile:
“A courageous fool!”
Yes, I am a jester, a fool, a stuntman
Those are names chosen for me by the noblemen
So aloof, disengaged they will not comprehend
They will never stretch a helping hand …
 
The bow is down and the melody is over
My horse is flying
And horrifying
The rain of flowers - fragrant are the flying bouquets
But stunt is over, the lights are down
And there is none to remain around…
The flowers dropping petals right on the sand
Alone and lonely is my path in dreamland
Through night and thunder I am destined to walk
This sad existence is my barren bedrock
I am drained from watching the other men’s lives
O, will I ever have a home and a wife?
Unloved and bitter I will swallow my pain
In mask forever – is my endless reign!
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

Again Over there Into The Ocean of Light (Aria of Mister X)

The clock is ticking fast
I am ready to come out
Arena is calling for me...
 
Again over there into the ocean of light
Despite my despair I must thrill and excite
Intense is the limelight, fanfare’s at full blast
The audience applauding, be brave the gymnast!
Defying the death
Courageous and brave is my stunt
Everyone’s silent
My statement is blunt
Listening to the violin
The ladies will keep their cool
They’ll say with a smile:
“A courageous fool!”
Yes, I am a jester, a fool, a stuntman
Those are names chosen for me by the noblemen
So aloof, disengaged they will not comprehend
They will never stretch a helping hand …
 
One sacred dream
Is in my heart disturbing strongly
And I look forward to the performance -
Will in the audience I see my one and only
The only lady I used to love?
 
The one and only I am thinking of…?
 
The day I met her
Was a curse from above
Since then I am desperately and forever in love
The lovely features of her face follow me
Wherever I go – oh, how I want it to be!
 
Her eyes are shining like nothing else in the world
My one desire - to cherish her and to hold
The look in her eyes
Captivates like a song
Oh dreamy blue skies…
That’s all bygone!
 
Yes, I am a jester, a fool, a stuntman
Those are names chosen for me by the noblemen
So aloof, disengaged they will not comprehend
They will never stretch a helping hand …
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

Sofia de Janeiro

Versions: #2
This isn't a philosophy, but the reality itself
Welcome to Sofia
Bulgarians, Turks, all in one place
Yellows (Asians) all together with gipsies
This is the life in the neighbourhoods
You praise the mayor in the eight o'clock news
All day the pensioners don't get off the tram
It's warm there, in comparison to their rooms (there's some change)
Really? Where? The economic crisis has been fucking with us for 20 years
All big state-men, Kostov, Borisov are fraudsters
The 'chalga' doesn't stop on the radios, get the fuck back to your villages
Sofia became a 'shopska' salad
Do you teach your children belly dance?
 
A, Yeah, Yo
Welcome to Sofia de Janeiro
A, Yeah, Yo
Don't look at the centre, my neighbourhood is ghetto.
 
Traffic jam, squalor, junk
At the traffic lights there are Jeeps and horse-carts
Insolent drivers drive in the wrong lane
They get off and fight
They forgot that children don't have breaks
There are corpses of dogs and cats on the asphalt
The cops let you go for 20 bucks
And after that, they are at the corner, relaxing with some prostitutes
The people are a flock, all they are doomed, the young and the old
They are lazy, they don't move a finger
It's easier for them to make shake their ass
Don't call me a rapper, I'm not a rapper
The rappers are comics
90% of them - they don't ever tell you the truth
Know, they are cowards.
 
A, Yeah, Yo
Welcome to Sofia de Janeiro
A, Yeah, Yo
Don't look at the centre, my neighbourhood is a ghetto.
 
As my brother, Sho. told me 10 years ago
'Sofia is a jungle'
Here's 10 years later - there's no change
You, rappers, Do you still play these 'wake'-things here?
It's the reality, Sofia de Janeiro, Here we live...
 

Live

Life has taste, hands in his pockets, a lack of problems.
Life is open handed, when it's cold under the sun, but in heat there is rain,
Life has the blues, when a smile on a face teases everything!
Life has time, although during life, there is a lack of it!
 
[x2]
But live each moment which surrounds you!
But live, because what passes is your own loss!
 
Life is a shadow, because reality is constantly different.
Life is a game, and even though you have a GAME OVER, it continues on,
Life is jazz, even though it constantly rolls over, you do not know what it is.
Life has time, although during life, there is a lack of it!
 
[x2]
But live each moment which surrounds you!
But live, because what passes is your own loss!
 
Life is a dream and you never want to wake up!
Life is simple, even when you rub on it hard*!
Life has the blues, when a smile on a face teases everything!
Life has time, although during life, there is a lack of it!
 
[x4]
But live each moment which surrounds you!
But live, because what passes is your own loss!
 

The sun and the moon move over the forest

The sun and the moon move over the forest,
A lad goes to a girl every evening.
Not really to a girl, just to her house —
He knocks on the window so that her mother doesn’t hear.
Not really to a girl, just to her house —
He knocks on the window so that her mother doesn’t hear.
 
She opened the door, oh, sighing heavily,
She closed the door weeping, crying.
Don’t cry, girl, you was the cause of this,
If you had been smarter, you wouldn’t open.
Don’t cry, girl, you was the cause of this,
You shouldn’t have let a young lad in for a night
 
The sun and the moon move over the forest,
A lad goes to a girl every evening.
Not really to a girl, just to her house —
He knocks on the window so that her mother doesn’t hear.
Not really to a girl, just to her house —
He knocks on the window so that her mother doesn’t hear.
 
Don’t cry, girl, you was the cause of this,
If you had been smarter, you wouldn’t open.
Don’t cry, girl, you was the cause of this,
You shouldn’t have let a young lad in for a night
 

9 Lives

[Verse 1:]
And you with your bare hands
Touch my sinful body.
And with your hungry eyes
Undress me recklessly.
 
And you can do whatever you want,
But only in your mind through pictures
Slowly drawing out the story from A to Z,
But only in shades of grey.
 
Close your eyes, as if
We'll have this in the morning.
Well, bye for now...
 
Chorus [x2]:
These 9 days and 9 lives
Flew by like a gunshot.
These 9 days and 9 lives were
The craziest of
All possible numbers
 
[Verse 2:]
And we're under the sheets again
And time's flying by like mad.
We've become more than bodies,
We've lost our harmony.
 
You press wherever it's needed.
And there's not an ounce of resistance.
My inhibitions have become unnecessary
Ever since I became yours.
Press pause so that
We can remember this from now on.
 
Cover your eyes with your hands
As if we didn't have all this.1
Well, bye for now...
 
Chorus [x2]:
These 9 days and 9 lives
Flew by like a gunshot.
These 9 days and 9 lives were
The craziest of
All possible numbers
 
Days, minutes, steps, embraces -
For our memories, we've done enough.
And now the whole world is within us!
 
Chorus [x2]:
These 9 days and 9 lives
Flew by like a gunshot.
These 9 days and 9 lives were
The craziest of
All possible numbers
 

• 1. Russian lyrics: Закрывай глаза руками, будто это всё с нами

On the sunny side of life

On the sunny side of life
it's good to walk together.
On the sunny side of life,
there's my home and you.
So far away and so close,
where there's the land of childhood years.
On the sunny side of life,
the heartbeat and the warmth of hands.
 
La la la la laj la, la la la la laj la, the sunshine,
let's sing together, la la la la la la la la la.
In love with the sun, in love with each other at such a time,
let's sing together la la la la la la la la la.
 
On the sunny side of the hill,
where the taste of wine matures,
on the sunny side of life,
you are and you say this:
so far away and so close,
where there's always time for love,
on the sunny side of dreams,
when you come, you'll meet us.
 
La la la la laj la, la la la la laj la, the sunshine,
let's sing together, la la la la la la la la la.
In love with the sun, in love with each other at such a time,
let's sing together la la la la la la la la la.
 

My Soul Is An Elysium Of Ghosts...

My soul is an Elysium of ghosts,
Of silent, lucid, splendid, fleeting shadows,
That're not concerned with rampant years and thoughts,
Professing neither joy nor sorrow up close.
 
The soul of mine, the shadows' paradise,
What do the life and you could have in common!?
What links the ghosts of past and better days
With this cold-blooded men assortment?..
 
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The sister of La Coneja

In a dirty warehouse,
bastion of Ciudad Vieja1
the sister of La Coneja,
has lost her virginity.
Witness in the dark,
a moth eaten matress,
that was left printed
with indelible memory,
and its the origin of this story,
that I don't know if it's true.
 
It was like it always happens,
she fell in love with Tito,
that skinny brunette,
who charmed her with cuddles.
And challenging the fate
he had enough of making out,
the hornet's nest got stirred up,
sixteen years is too much
when he hits you like a dog
and life asks for sex.
 
Later well know stories,
the what can we do with it
The you can't have him,
the I already got the money.
A crying, four caresses,
and everything will be all right.
The back of a warehouse,
the farewell to the skinny Tito,
and the beginning of a journey,
more swayed than a train.
 
Today she's a Mrs so and so,
and has summer holidays in the east.
Anyone who sees her won't imagine
she was from playa Pascual2
Her hoax is going bad,
she says 'children' and 'college'3
she really does a good job
she rides an outstanding car
she wears rubber sandals instead of jute
and doesn't ask for the prices.
 
Now she really has fun,
in a good matress.
Short la garçonne hairstyle
And glasses with chain.
She goes to the psychiatrist,
she doesn't even name her sister,
but she's marked by a shadow
she never could avoid
how she got screwed,
there at Ciudad Vieja.
 
The sister of La Coneja
 

• 1. A neighbourhood in Montevideo
• 2. A small town in the outskirts of Montevideo. To say that she's from there is like to call her a lousy woman.
• 3. instead of 'kids' and 'school'

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Mother is smarter (reprise)

- Hey, honestly, I like Eugine Fitzherbert better than Flynn Rider.
- You know, you're the only one who do, but thanks!
- Finally! I thought he would never go away.
- Mother?
- Hello, sweetie!
- Aren't you...Am I...How did you find me?
- Oh, really simply, darling! I felt the odor of craft and betrayal immediately and picked up the trail.
- Oh, mother...
- We're going home, Rapunzel, right now.
- You don't understand! There were lots of wonderful adventures, I learnd lots of things and...And I made a friend...
- Yes! A thief and bandit. I'm so proud [of you]! Let's go, Rapunzel.
- Mother, wait! I think...I think he likes me.
- Likes you? Rapunzel, what a nonsense?!
- But, mother, I...
- This is what I've always been afraid of. Dear, but he's a dirty scoundrel, oh, my poor naive child! Well, how could you enchant him? With your foolishness? In a couple of days? Do not be stubborn, come with mother! Mother...
- I won't come!
- What? Oh, then it's all clear!
Rapunzel is smarter, she intends to run away.
The kiddie knows love's what!
Rapunzel is smarter, well, if you're sure, [then] give something back to him! Ha!
- How did you?..
- That's what makes him stay, I can tell, give it back and watch!
- That's what I'm going to do!
- Have no doubt! He'll go away, do you hear? I want to save you!
But Rapunzel is the smartest, he's such a perfection! Go and put him to the test!
- Mother, wait!
- Because he will decieve and hurt [you]!
Mother is smarter!
 

Farewell to Christmas tree(New Year fir-tree)

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Farewell to a Christmas tree
 
Raspberry colour trunk, blue crown
Clinking of green fir- cones
The wind passed somewhere in the room
There the lovers were greeted
 
He touched somewhere old strings-
Their sounds rebounds again and again...
And so it's January rolled-flew in,
Frenzied, like electric train
 
We are dressed you up completely, without rest,
We've served you faithfully,
Loudly blowing the cardboard trumpets
As if we were rushing for heroic feat
 
I've even believed for a moment somewhere,
In naivety of heart to know it
That woman enchanted face
Merged with your eternal feast
 
At the moment of separation in the hour of payment
On the day of the withering week
Why did you become so bad?
What, did they all got stupid?
 
And subtle, like nightingales
Proud, like grenadiers
Why did then their reliable hands
Your suitors are hiding?
 
There would be for them no getting together, time to ease
There would be for them no endeavor
But the wheels are beginning to turn
It is so hard to part forever!
 
But the bustle is starting once more
Time judges in it's own way
You were taken down from the cross in a stir
And there won't be no Sunday
 
Fir- tree, my fir- tree- like deer that's leave
You've tried, in vain, perhaps,
That woman shadow, so careful
Got lost in the fir-tree needles!
 
Fir- tree, my fir- tree, like Savior on the blood
Your silhouette in a distant lies
As if the light of amazing love
Flaring, unsatisfied