Oh, what a joyful feeling
Celebrate it now;
Make these happy moments last
A day or life!
Toothless — picking one by one,
Сomparing — all the hair is gone
My shoulders drapped in the windless heat,
Yet I'm still here
Still here
Still here…
All the Sunday girls are dancing
With the perfumed boys
Why can't I enjoy,
My head is full of noise
Gravity terminates,
We will disperse into infinity
All the fingers — trying to grasp some air
All the minglers — searching for a laugh to share
My eyes are bleached —
Where's my lump of amber?
Are you still here?
Still here?
Still here?
All the Sunday girls are dancing
With the perfumed boys
Why can't I enjoy,
My head is full of noise
Gravity terminates,
We will disperse into infinity