Голубь [Golub] [English translation]

You made plans for a date,

At six o'clock, it was all like a dream.

I spent the whole day ironing my outfit,

To look like a host of the program "Vzglyad."

I put on my jacket and tied my tie,

And elegantly combed my hair.

And while I was waiting for you and dreaming about love,

Some grey-winged pigeon crapped on me.

A pigeon, a pigeon, a-a-a!

Right from above, a-a-a!

On my head, a-a-a!

On my jacket, a-a-a!

I grabbed a brick and flung it into the pigeon,

But I didn't hit it - he suddenly slipped away,

I took out a mirror and didn't recognize myself,

With its droppings, the pigeon give me a greeting from above.

What a nightmare, what a bastard of a pigeon.

He sh*t on my beautiful outfit.

Stinking bird excrement dripped from my ears,

How can I appear before you now, 'cause I didn't expect:

A pigeon, a pigeon, a-a-a!

Right from above, a-a-a!

On my head, a-a-a!

On my jacket, a-a-a!

I hopped back at a gallop,

To wash my jacket, it stunk horribly.

After washing the sh*t from my ears I could only think of how,

We can't go to the movies, all thanks to some nasty little bird.

And you waited for me for a whole hour,

Cursing me, you went home in a vicious mood.

But I'm not guilty because that pigeon, the bastard,

Pooped on me from above, and was probably glad that:

Above me, above me, a-a-a!

Right from above, a-a-a!

On my head, a-a-a!

On my jacket, a-a-a!

• Artist:Sektor Gaza