Official house and central prison are in front of me.
I don’t have a dime to my name and long journey is ahead.
A precipice was covered by mist, horses’ move became quicker.
I’d drink a glass of alcohol, if I was offered.
Noboby is in church at night, wolves are howling in fields.
Holes are prepared quickly for a death penalty.
In what did I have a deficiency?
Now everything is OK: diamond ace was at my back but now I have a club ace instead.
Golden domes joy my heart,
That’s not a rain, not a rain, but tears falling from the sky.
Golden domes are pricked on my chest.
In fact, they’re blue, not golden at all.
Heart will be in a trembling while standing in front of precipice.
Who will alter my tramp life?
Who will bring a glass, who will extinguish a candle?
Who will apologise and understand me, who will be my mourner?
Golden domes joy my heart,
That’s not a rain, not a rain, but tears falling from the sky.
Golden domes are pricked on my chest.
In fact, they’re blue, not golden at all.