I am standing on the shore
I can do all things and more
Bent and lying like a tore
I am standing on the shore
Like a snail mid snow galore
I am standing on the shore
Come on, offer me some rice
For performing really nice
For the endless "ba-dum-tice"
Come on, offer me some rice
For the endless "ba-dum-tice"
I've got pass to paradise
Synthesizer by my si de.
All in me, I'm like a tide.
Still accepted far and wide
Synthesizer by my side.
But it doesn't fuel my ride -
Synthesizer by my side.
I am quite a handsome man,
I am dancing cracovienne,
I jump over gloomy din,
In the sand I promptly dive,
I take time to wipe my sin,
Like a mome rath come alive.
(chose a fantastical creature a bit more familiar to the English-speaking audience, because the following word play on Pushkin's lines "The slave had died by the feet of his inexorable master" I find literally untranslatable; leaving them as is)
What to do, and where to run?
I'm a feeding tray of fate.
Want to fly as anyone
Over chores of everyday.
Under bevels, under bumps
I am beaten, banned and bent,
Made into a square drum,
Burned, buried and sent.
Like a savage in the church,
I am standing on the shore.