One warm summer night, Cile, Pićuka and I,
we brought some food to have for day or two,
then we started the trip to Brazil or to the southern seas at least.
We came up with some jokes, we forged a plan for a long time,
strange gold and the Amazon, and that day came.
Along the Danube to the Black Sea, everything after that is a simple thing.
It's all Tom Sawyer's fault,
such books should not exist.
It was a temptation, he did things so well on his own.
It's all Mississippi's fault too,
which we dreamed of on our old linden tree,
Where we looked through the canopy,
as Tom sails through the sky to the stars,
it's his fault.
We were choosing boats for some time, we stole the yellow one.
We even brought baits to fish along the way.
It seemed, at the beginning, that it would be fun.
But we ran out of bread first, we were tormented by a terrible famine,
then thunder from the clear sky, then storm, rain, hail.
But, fortunately, then some old man accepted us on a barge.
It's all Tom Sawyer's fault,
such books should not exist.
It was a temptation, he did things so well on his own.
It's all Mississippi's fault too,
which we dreamed of on our old linden tree,
Where we looked through the canopy,
as Tom sails through the sky to the stars,
on that raft of his...
They brought us home tomorrow. Oh, how was I ashamed,
so I wanted to sneak in, I was sneaking up against the wall.
First mother saw me: "Wow, my son is back!"
To that, the father said only: "Let him, it's important he is alive and healthy..."
But I was still weirdly blue here and there,
so I was called Huckleberry Finn at school for a long time.
It's all Tom Sawyer's fault,
such books should not exist.
It was a temptation, he did things so well on his own.
It's all Mississippi's fault too,
which we dreamed of on our old linden tree,
Where we looked through the canopy,
as Tom sails through the sky to the stars,
on that raft of his... It's his fault!