Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Stagnant Water lyrics

Here lies a ditch of hopeless stagnant water, Fresh breezes can't breathe half a ripple from its skin. Better just junk your copper scrap metal here Or dump the leftovers from dinner in. Perhaps the copper will turn emerald green And in rusting cans peach blossom petals will bloom. Then let grease weave out a film of silken gauze And microbes brew up clouds of colorful brume. Oh let the dead water ferment into green liquor Abrim with floating pearls in its white foam Sweet little pearls that, laughing, turn into large pearls And burst when the liquor-raiding mosquitos come Thus may a ditch of hopelessly dead water Still boast some lively brightness where it lies If the frogs cannot tolerate the desolation Hear croaking song from stagnant water rise! Here lies a ditch of hopeless stagnant water. It's really no place for Beauty to keep state. Better let Hellion Ugliness cultivate it And see what kind of world it will create.