Peegelpõrand [English translation]

it was Friday and the week was over again

I wanted to turn myself off and not feel ashamed

wanted to relax feeling my life going bad

since long ago felt the appetite for partying

looked at the time I had only and hour and a half

I thought about having a peak at the latest cinematography

made myself a cold drink and put the party clothes ready

so when the film would end I would be fresh, again quickly

I sank into the armchair

rented a porn movie

because I felt that

I should rest my eyes

on lovely nude bodies

the film started but there was nothing to do since

the screen was covered with naked men only

and there were no fig leaves covering their 'jöldödes'(cocks)

I waited and hoped

when a woman would come into the game

so this porn would end

which is unworldly for me

chorus: Fags were doing squats on a mirror floor

weren't wearing any pants weren't wearing any pants

I gave up on the film

wanted to go dancing because

can you believe it, I like to dance

made clear where to go, a new club would be nice

ordered a cab and sat in the backseat

and said reputable taxi driver what if you would

bring me to someplace fit for gentlemen

taxi driver Sergei was a consistent man

leather jacket gold chain with a brutal mustache

his story was luscious and a bit misleading

because the mustache yeah but the jacket wasn't sexy

threw weird tips

made impressive proposals

I started suspecting him of humping the behind right away

suddenly stopped opened the door and said we're here

it was a first time being there for me, needed to be wary

oh dear

chorus: Fags were doing squats on a mirror floor

weren't wearing any pants weren't wearing any pants

I escaped to the countryside forest to granny's side

where all the straights are making hay and raising chickens

so I could cough up the sputum of embarrassment from my throat

and the brown starfishes would be wiped from the thoughts and sights

I drank lemon balm tea and ate fresh boiled eggs

and jacked off to the gamekeeper's daughter in the hayloft

read me fairy tales in the evening when I'm tired in bed

I asked my grandmother, the radio playing in the kitchen

there once lived a princess. Hm, the beginning seems favorable

she was a little different, trendy and fashionable

and it looks like she's been somewhere in the night

because her Jimmy Choo heels are missing it's heeltaps

then a spy followed her, who trough storms and blizzards

made it to the lakeside where a whole male choir on skates were

half-squatting and kissing...eh, don't speak about it

the fairy tale brought back the nightmares again

where..

chorus: Fags were doing squats on a mirror floor

weren't wearing any pants weren't wearing any pants