Тарас Опарик - Есть - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There's no room on the tram, it's cramped.

To work.

No money in my pocket, I know Monday is not Saturday.

It's cold in May, the citizens are freezing,

they walk around sullenly.

You've fallen out of love with me, you've broken my heart.

What a fool.

But as soon as this spring ends,

Summer will sing its ardent song.

You come to me again in my dreams,

And it seems there's probably something between us.

I'll smoke all the cigarette butts from my jacket pockets.

It'll stagger.

Life is an endless struggle, it throws me down again

On the tatami.

The whole joy of this life is to rise and fall again,

Not to break.

But they don't teach you in school how to endure such a joke.

But as soon as this heat ends,

I'll walk like a sleepwalker into the neighboring entrance. I'll barge into your apartment, asking for something to eat.

And you won't refuse, because there's probably something.

I wish I could go to Congo to play the bongos,

Live a beautiful life.

Or strum the guitar there in a drunken stupor,

Be happy.

But I have no money in my pocket, no girls I know.

No refusal.

There's only me and vodka, a passport, a toothbrush.

All without a trace.

Autumn rages with its last storm,

The wind brings cold news.

And yet you stay with me,

And that means we have something important after all.