Garçon #2

Garçon №2, Garçon №2,
the leaves on our trees have dried out,
and maybe people`s rumours are right,
and everything is just a dream, Garçon №2

Here is the table I sat at and drank,
here is my wisky with ice,
the table was given to the museum,
the drink has turnes into dust,
and there under the glass
are the mummies of my best friends,
and I had just left for a sec to buy cigarettes.

I had went out to wander in Latin block,
turned from Nevskiy and Tverskaya to Camden Lock.
I had been spiritual, turned back as a part of the world.
But I could have lost, but I did not.

Garçon №2, Garçon №2,
The mind is first burning,
then hardly glimmering,
but the thought is dead, my pretty,
and the life is alive.
And everything is a dream, Garçon №2.

Oh, my poor soul,please, get up
and pray - the church bells sound like a balm.
Why are you in a hurry all the time?

And here everything is in silence.
There is incence-hashish and Beatles` icons
And I don`t care, just want your life to be lighter.

Garçon №2, Garçon №2,
the graveyard is silent,
under flowers and grass we all lie,
And people`s rumours seem to be right
that everything is just a dream, Garçon №2,
And if it is only a dream, why are you standing still, Garçon №2?