| (edited) ... And we're elaborating tricky answers To questions we're still unaware of. (My Hamlet, V. Vysotski) ------------------------ Dreaming, yellow lights at me, And in a dream I'm groaning: 'Wait a bit, sleep on it, Take counsel with the morning.' But the morning's also nuts. All the fun is over. Either smokes on empty guts Or quenches a hang-over. Refrain: Eh once, another one And yet many, many, many, Many ones, and another one, and yet many, many ones. Joints are green damask around And white table napkins: Heaven for buffoons and slugs Is, for me, a clap-net. Church is stench and shade around, Clerks are burning incense. No, the church is neither sound Nor is making any sense. Refrain: Eh once, another one And yet many, many, many, Many ones, and another one, Makes too little sense... I'm in a hurry up a hill, Shrinking back from harm's way. And uphill, there's an alder-tree, And downhill, there's a cherry. Twine an ivy round the slope, That would ease the doldrums. Be there something else on top... Makes no sense at all. Refrain: Eh once, another one And yet many, many, many, Many ones, and another one, Makes no sense at all... I'm by a stream across a field - Light is bright, unholy. And in the open field, there's weed And a long, long journey. Woods are thick along the road, Full of Baba-Yagas. And at the dead end of that road - A wooden block with axes. Horses, tapping time, around, Forcedly and slowly All is wrong along the road, And by the end, moreover ... |
