Камнем по голове [Kamnem po golove] [English translation]

Once upon in little town

There was a feast, the music was playing

But in exultant crowd

The face of vagabond appeared...

He walked like he was alone

The people didn't see his coming

And somehow strange

The local dogs had looked on him...

In black cylinder and old fashioned suit

To city on feast man was in hurry

Was through mountains going and he was smiling

But from the peaks, a stone fell on him...

He was wearing a dirty cape

Cylinder his was in a mess

He was looking down on ground

In his fist he had his mask

And someone shouted: Hello!

Why wouldn't you have some fun?

How can you be in such bright day

So disappointed and unhappy?

In black cylinder and old fashioned suit

To city on feast man was in hurry

Was through mountains going and he was smiling

But from the peaks, a stone fell on him...

And so the drifter got his head up

And very angry voice he had:

I would be so happy to torture you all

And that's why i'm so unhappy

In mask of red monkey

I dreamed to come on this feast

But god damn that cursed stone

Which fell upon my head!

In black cylinder and old fashioned suit

To city on feast man was in hurry

Was through mountains going and he was smiling

But from the peaks, a stone fell on him...