Clouds high above the sky
White cotton pieces are floating across the sky,
They are freely carried by the blue river,
I want to follow them on the trail

Carry carefree in the country of blue,
Where wishes come true in a clear blue.
Sorry, these dreams you poisoned me,
Because you, philistine fool

With Versace label, carpet on the floor is important
Curtains from Gucci, pontovye pants,
And spirituality, poetry, pain for the country,
For you, ordinary-worthless sounds.

You need an elaborate pattern on the wall,
That furniture is more smart, than at the neigbour.
I am mired in a heap of clothes by a bee in shit.
I suffer an elephant in a very small cage.

You have me down, landed ballast.
You cut the wings of me - the suffering bird.
How striking the pony with Pegasus is the contrast!
Damn to get married on a vulgar petty bourgeoisie!

I am in the wholesale markets from morning till morning,
I embody delusional dreams and ideas.
Tired of megamalls drill.
All the day I am sorting the bags and bags.

I will lift a riot and break the marriage contract,
All accumulated belongings en masse throw off from the balcony.
A proud bird will fly up high
On the Ferrari I will push yours from the sky.