Старые часы [Staryye chasy] [English translation]

In the squeaking rocking chair

I leave my weakness.

I don´t regret passed years.

Well, maybe a little part.

Some people are scared by years,

for others the years are only useful.

They are slipping away like a smoke

from cigarette. (2X)

I want to fly away

after a maple leaf

and slowly burn down with bitter smoke

so I won´t remember

how I used to dance in my dream.

On a rusted knife-edge

I didn´t lose a single fight,

I got so tired, so tired.

A long time ago

I used to be impatient youngster

with fresh and gentle face

and I believed in only one thing -

mutual love, loyal friends,

and God always just.

I can reach the sun,

I haven´t burn my wings.

What used to seem stupid before

turned out to be tranquil truth.

And under blanket of leaves

I will hide my weakness.

But I dont´t feel like playing anymore

about who I was, and who I became.

On the rusty needle-edge

I used to dance like in a dream.

It is close on midnight

on hoarse old clock

and snow, as if counting backwards (?)

starts to appear in my hair.

• Artist:Otto Dix
• Album:Анима