It was in the evening of 28th of pocket-heart
We drove in the bypass root Jabutinski
to the big city
On the side of the road we could see
Romanian workers poking out and smoking nobles
The parking lots were full until zero place
I stood to the hand of the bar and ordered a capitol
The barman knew me
Therefore I didn't need to specify which type
And then, the blue-light thrower lit the corner of the room
And there I saw her and I realized this is the woman
We she approached my heart skipped a beat
And suddenly we were naked to candle light
The meadow deafened my ears, but I didn't weep (Jabutinski)
I was a prisoner of the mighty creation that stood in front of me
And as I aim to her love pit
She suddenly asked me
Say to me – where are you from???

I can't believe I live in Open Hope!!!
Years!! Years on the back of years!!!
Thugs, old ladies, and sons of Akiva!!
I can't believe I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive in Open Hope!!!