Я вспоминаю тот день,
когда я был рожден на свет
Я вспоминаю тот день,
когда я был рожден на свет
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю тот день,
я был обласкан и согрет
Я вспоминаю тот день,
я был обласкан и согрет
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю тот день,
когда мне было двадцать лет
Я вспоминаю тот день,
когда мне было двадцать лет
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю тот день,
когда я начал жить без бед
Я вспоминаю тот день,
когда я начал жить без бед
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю тот день,
я впереди увидел свет
Я вспоминаю тот день,
я впереди увидел свет
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю тот день,
перед собой увидя след, свой след
Я вспоминаю тот день,
перед собой увидя след, cвой след
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю тот день,
я знал вопрос и знал ответ
Я вспоминаю тот день,
я знал вопрос и знал ответ
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

Я вспоминаю все дни,
я жил так много долгих лет
Я вспоминаю все дни,
я жил так много долгих лет
Я посмотрел по сторонам –
и взял обратный билет

 

  

One sunny summer day I met my old friend Ben, and he told me: "Let's make a jazz-band! We'll play wonderful music! Jazz, the nicest music in the world! Let's make a jazz-band, Ben."

"Oh, yeah", - I said, - "That's really good idea! Let's make a jazz-band! But... Whoah... I've just recalled one thing, Ben. I have to go to the other city to my baby, my sweet little baby, and I've already got a train ticket, Man... So we can't make a jazz-band. I'm so sorry, Ben, but I have to go."

"Oh, listen, listen to me, do you remember those days, when we were young, and played jazz! You played a sax, and I played the piano, and George, little George played the banjo, and old Frank played the drums. Do you remember those days? Let's make a jazz-band, let's play jazz. Oh yes... Oh jazz..."

"You are right, Ben, let's make a jazz-band! Oh yes! Oh... But... But Ben... I have to tell you one thing, Ben. I can't play sax now, 'cause I have no fingers, I have no fingers any more. My drug dealer took my fingers, 'cause I had no money to pay for the cocaine, so he cut them away with his knife, his big sharp knife, Man... Now I can't play sax, but Ben, that cocaine was really good, really good cocaine, Man... Oh, yeah... Really good... Really good..."

"Oh, man... Oh! But there is the way... We'll make a jazz-band! You can play the piano with your toes! We'll play fantastic music! Oh, jazz! I like it!"

"Oh, yeah! We'll play jazz! But... Ben...oh Man!... One thing... I have no toes too, I have no toes, ‘cause my drug dealer cut my toes away the second time I tried that cocaine. Oh, it was very good, Ben, and, again, oh Man, I hadn't enough money, and he took my toes, oh, my black old toes...dirty bastard! But the cocaine, Ben, oh Man...... Oh yeah!..."

"Oh poor man! But there's still the way... you can play drums! You can play drums with your head, Ben! Oh, yes! Oh, jazz! Oh, our fantastic drums... fantastic drums!"

"That's a good idea! Really, I can play the drums, Man! We'll play jazz! Yeah! Oh.. I'm so sorry...oh Man..."

"What!"

"Yes, man, I've got no head too. I've got no fingers, no hands, no toes, no feet, no head, I haven't got anything, 'cause I'm just your dream, I'm just your dream, Ben! This cocaine is really good! Really good, Ben!"

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah... Really... So good... But... If you're just my dream... Where are... Where are my fingers? And where are my toes?"

"This cocaine is too much for you, Ben! Too much! Wake up, Ben! Wake up!"

"Oh! I've got no fingers! My fingers! Where are my fingers? where are my toes! my feet! But this cocaine is really good.. Oh, yeah... Oh! Oh! Where's my head?! But the cocaine.. Cocaine... Oh yes!

But the cocaine was very good!