I do not look at my clock anymore -
it is several years behind...
I got myself the last ticket
to the ultimate sight...
My mind’s giving birth to ideas
with no time left to conceive,
and I don’t know where I am,
but I’m sick of this constant relief... So I left... And I left on the table
a needle with my finger-print swirl...
In spaced-out dreams
I’ve been walking the world...
I was entranced in some peculiar dream:
I remember I was really shocked,
but new visions kept pouring into my eyes,
and they seemed like a colorful joke... Hey, tomboy! Give me palette and brush,
and I’ll outline just one simple sketch:
I see everything too real to be a realist
without risk of being thrown down...
Give me a white sheet, a clean sheet... Oh... surrealist... I open a hatch into underground dreams
awaiting the spring as before:
I’m tired of winter:
I have to escape from it’s net...
I’m coming full-circle to where I began,
but there is no me anymore --
there is some other man,
and he seems to be dead... Hey, tomboy! Bring me palette and brush,
and I’ll outline nothing more
than just one more sketch:
I know this life a little too well
to remain a realist
without risk of breaking my neck!..
So give me that sheet,
a white sheet, a clean sheet... Original lyrics in Russian by Yuri Naumov
English translation by Adam Weiner
Stylized by Sacha Kogan & Yuri Naumov
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