Poluuspavanka [English translation]

Hey, unfasten the tugboats!

Set a course for the morning and let it glide.

Americans have a word for that:

"Take it easy", baby doll,

The ripe peach splits in the sky.

Put me in your hair,

Like the nacrous hairpin,

Hide me behind your vertex.

All the clocks of the universe are in a rush,

But we have time to waste.

The night and the two of us, old chaps.

This is not a lullaby,

A boring song,

"Buenas noches chiquita,"

That's stomething the Devil and I came up with,

It's magic,

A secret passage through the night.

The galleys are passing,

Towards the wines and olives,

Let's got for a stroll to the south of Italy,

Close your eyes...

I'm in a secret mission!

My home is just a small firefly

On the open seas of the heaven,

And I alone on this planet

Capable to make you happy, just sleep.

They don't know what we know.

This is not some "sweet baby dream",

A stupid evergreen,

No offence Sinatra.

This song loves you by its whole heart,

It's a prayer

For another nice dream.

Oh, don't be afraid of the borders

And the cover pages,

There are no stupid stations

On the road to the morning.

This is not a lullaby,

A boring song,

"Buenas noches chiquita,"

That's stomething the Devil and I came up with,

It's magic,

A secret passage through the night.

The galleys are passing towards the wines and olives,

Let's got for a stroll to the south of Italy,

Close your eyes...