Šaman [English translation]

I'm listening how does the dark bongo sound far away

something smells here around

that the old witchdoctor chews coca

He knows a lot, he doesn't rush anywhere

He has in hands instead of knife

Burned out pipe, he silently breathes

All of his ground flows through him

Drunkenness of men and pain of women

When children come on world in darkness

He sits alone and no one has such strenght

to insult him someway

stars come out just for him

And who of us seriously can say leisurely

that on his black soul has nothing

that one hears bongo playing far away

How many times will I return to live

and to fix what I hadn't done

I would like to flush it one day