Do you see where am I, in what age?
Weird birds, you know, fly through my dreams.
Because I'm too young to think about grave,
But already too old to count stars...
Do you hear silence, that sound? It's time passing by.
It whistles and threats in the dark, shivers like a cobra.
Don't start with the serious topics,
Just come, huddle and be sweet...
So, fill another one, for everlasting culprits,
For the balancers,
Don't worry, my sip is pretty big.
Fill another one, for tired smelters,
For proleterians,
Tonight, the third shift is paying someone else's debt...
The dawning of the new day is coming, yet another holiday.
Everybody's blue like a dream, everybody's the same.
Very rarely do you wake at six AM, only when you have to,
when you must travel or go to the exam.
So, fill another one...
I search too, sometimes, for the golden fleece.
Maybe I'll dream of smoke, fire, and steel.
You don't have to blame yourself for that, I really do love you.
C'mon, now, give me a bed-time kiss, a big one...
So, fill another one...
So, fill another one, for everlasting culprits,
For balacers,
Fill another one for my comrades.
Fill another one, for tired smelters,
for proleterians, fill another one for the third shift...