We have closed our eyes to forget our troubles,
And since then we don't care whether it's day or night.
As a partisan fire the epoch burns out,
But barber shops're filled with waltz, and girls dance alone in moon light.
The luxurious meals have been made for the grand feast,
Although there are no guests, they won't come, never mind.
You may pound tambourines of the upper world like beast,
But there's no pilots left and girls dance alone in moon light.
Icons all're sewn with gold with no space left for faces,
And the holiest one lies all covered in dust.
On the altar the bride calmly goes out like candle,
But everybody has left and girls dance alone on star dust.
From the Kathmandu caves to the bridges of Frisco
Glowing red is the East, casting glimmering shade
On the Heavenly Gates, always too close to miss them,
But we're [too] lazy to stand and girls dance alone unafraid.
I am begging: teach me how to sing, having lost hope,
To take off and away through the veils of the land.
All that was - let it burn, brighter than thousand suns glow,
I've still got time to sing as girls dance alone without men.