Текст песни Александр Фролов - Красный слон

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

Strange phenomena
In the form of dreams
At night
Sleeping is stopping us
And we are to the doctors
We seek to contact.
But doctors are people,
They are unlikely to be awakened.
Standing to them
In the lines we sleep
And there is hardly
Hope to wait for them.
 
And again, I have a dream
Like an elephant trampling us
Horrible
He yells, yells
That happiness awaits us
From the strain all red.
And we, albeit in horror,
But outwardly full of joy
We hasten to show the elephant
Words of gratitude.

Strange phenomena
In the form of awakenings
In the morning
Sleeping is stopping us
And we are to the doctors
We seek to contact.
But doctors are awakening
Before us, and we humans
Standing to them
In lines, we sleep again
And it would be better if we
Don’t wake up at all.

May we dream
But not in reality, the terrible elephant tramples.
Let him yell in a dream
That happiness awaits us
From the strain all red
And we, albeit in horror,
But doctors are grateful
After all, it’s all a dream to us,
And we jump for joy.

But a strange phenomenon
Sleep il awakening
Does not matter
The elephant is looking out the window
And from him
There is no deliverance.