Holy trees - Павел Кашин

You’ve got an invitation

But you don’t have the guts

You have been so kind, so patient

Now you’re going slightly nuts

With all your plastic desires

With all your trivial dreams

You want nothing but to fire

All of them full of beans

When the world becomes a little bit concrete

And all those clowns displease

You will find me out on Main-street

Dancing with the holy trees

Weary of not doing

The things you want to do Tired of pursuing

Things you never wanted to Of all your plastic desires

Of all your trivial dreams

You want nothing but to fire

All of them full of beans