« ни пуха ни пера »
"Neither down nor feathers"
("Good luck" / "Break a leg")
« к чёрту! »
"To the devil!"
« Будьте здоровы! »
God bless you!
Sold! Highball lowball my soul sold
to the highest bidder.
Enter the Faustian bargain
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Highball lowball highbrow lowbrow
study until my brain
Rots shot through like Swiss cheese eyes bold
on the prize, consider
giving Herr Doktor a chance, roll
the dice, you placed your bets,
entered the casino, jargon
thrown about, banter veiled,
essence de deux dés, une vache, cow
giving you the eye, train
halts at your station, get off now
in front of everyone,
roll your eyes, your ears burn, a troll
asks about your regrets,
troubles bustle when leaves rustle,
you question your choices,
entranced by the offer, your soul
eternal for success,
roll the dice, un coup de dés, bow
to the light from the sun.
Herr Doktor Teufel, the devil
« к чёрту! » makes you sneeze,
even if you flex your muscle,
you may still hear voices,
remember... this is hell, your goal,
to win a game of chess,
remember... that on this level
you feel a gentle breeze.
Doktor Teufel is a doctor,
a physician who cures
only metaphysical pain,
fear and trembling, distress,
kill the body to save the soul,
eternal hell is mine,
transcend reality, proctor
exams, the world is yours,
only... it's mine, it's mine, it's mine,
drop and give me twenty,
remember... whose world is this, smoke
and mirrors, illusion.
Teufel is the devil, sincere
and charming to a fault,
everyday you wake up, insane
screams, voices, you can guess,
under the circumstances, bowl
in Sheol, death divine,
forget about buying a beer,
we will give you a malt,
endless lager flows, you'll be fine,
this... the land of plenty,
literally, you'll strike, then choke,
is this all delusion?
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