Amit kergetek [English translation]

The oil wells up from the depths

The ambulance runs down and kills me

The storm is dying down

The Creator is nodding idly

A one-armed bandit* is posing in the light

A star is shining in the dark

I don't know where to go

What is my role in the whole

In front of a sniper

And with our back to the universe

We're sitting in a postcard

With instant palm-trees

I give my best regards

From this pleasant place

I'd drink somebody's health

But the table is falling down underneath me

Some people with money, some with prayer

Some people with drugs, some with booze

Some people slowly, some in a busy way

Some people in a simply way like in the tales

Some people in a driven way, some by oneself

Some people run from the noise of life

There're so many ways to

Catch up what I'm chasing

The door is opened

The alarm-clock is buzzing

The instinct keeps kicking me

The enter is flickering