In my alternative, there's a logical block
Saving me from unnecessary steps
It's a certain transferred 5:00,
My confidence in the fact that I'm not ready.
And when I was on guard *
The signal was given and the shot fired.
And all that saved me Was that at that moment
I was slightly drunk.
In my alternative, there's no top or bottom
It's true that I stand, but it's not clear on what
**Everyone's already forgotten why we're guilty
And I'm still sure that we don't even matter.
And it's absurd for me to pretend like
I'm standing by the wheel
When all around there's so much yin and yang.
And in the end-all, forget it, everything flows as it flows
But I'm slightly drunk.
My friend the critic told me the other day
That my vocabulary is tapped out.
But all the same, I'm going to try to sing
About the same thing in a few
more complicated words:
I really like my fellow man,
But my synchronization with them is
precisely zero.
I'm happy in life, like an idiot.
You all go to work and I just stand here.
And what's it to me that I'm
not written into the plan,
And even that I'm not a rasta-man?
You are busy with arguments among yourselves,
But I'm slightly drunk.
Overall Notes: This translation is the basest form of sloppy off-the-cuff first draft drivel. I haven't the patience to dink with it at work, and I haven't the patience to work on it at home (I have the patience to work on other songs, tho). I submit it to the World Community Of The Whole for editing. Aum. Dzhrew Specific notes that leap to mind, though there are probably a lot of ** places I didn't highlight in the text: * "shot fired" as in a firing squad, or the whistle to start a working day? or what? ** Huh?