Resplendent words there written on the hankie I've found'em on my stroll the other day a hornbook on the clover that was dandy teaching the past and the future on the way hellmouth I was then crossing like a flunkie pulled by the era's threads I was belayed
[Stanza omitted in this performance] The world is washed by the rain, dried by the sun… In this world, everyone knows: If you can hear - then you must listen! If you have a voice - then you must sing!
I did not go looking for a forbidden treasure. Life threw me a nickel - on that nickel I lived. I do not need anything... need not be anywhere. Everything is fine as is. Everything is fine as is.
No abode, no yard… no cherry orchard… Home and family to us - a tavern, everlasting I do not need anything... need not be anywhere. Everything is fine as is. Everything is fine as is.
From the latest war, my rewards are prostheses. They say we died for nothing in the crucible of war. I do not need anything... need not be anywhere! Everything is fine as is. Everything is fine as is.
Even if we are docile, like an obedient herd, And even if dogs cannot stomach our food. We do not need anything! We need not go anywhere. Everything is fine as is. Everything is fine as is.
Even though at times, we aren’t even glad to be living, Even if the neighbor lives for a quarter a month. She needs nothing, she needs not to go anywhere! Everything is fine as is. Everything is fine as is.
And it seems to me that beyond the grave’s veil, Chuckling in the coffin, I will say: 'What a nut! I don't need anything... need not go anywhere... Everything is fine as is. Everything is fine as is.
And when, finally, we’ll tire of humiliation, Get tired of handouts, tired of fights - Maybe then we will ask ourselves: Is everything really fine as is? Is everything really fine as is?!