A thunder is echoing from the east
Drums of new era are bumping in there.
They are bringing me a new life –
Without no tears or worries!
Today we have to party,
As we don’t know
What comes tomorrow.
And I am dreaming secretly
Where I might wake up
The day after tomorrow:
I may open my eyes in the middle of Sahara
Or in the dizziness of shaking Tokyo.
The crying violin has disappeared in the West,
Melancholy and despair have vanished.
And those pitiful melodies of yesterday
Are not relevant anymore.
Now I can hear only major,
I smell incenses and beginning –
Independent and, oh, so mighty!