Translation of the song lyrics Kassiahastus - J.M.K.E.

Kassiahastus (original)

Niisiis, kui sul on eesmärk, siis on sul sees värk, mis aheldab meest.
Siiski sa teda hoia ja ära hoiata teisi ta eest.
Sa saad vabaks, kui unustad ammugi lõppenud peod.
Meenuta, mida kord tähendasid su sõnad ja teod.
Roosad väiksed hiired mu deliiriumis pesitsevad.
Kuldsed päiksekiired minu ahastust valgustavad.
Ma söön sõnu ja kõrvale vihavat viina ma joon.
See on mõnu nii veider, nii vajalik traditsioon.
Õhtuti ma vaatan lakke ja ma rahastan leeki, mis lõõmab mu peas.
Hommikul ma olen kass ja siis ma ahastan.
Pilti ma kokku ei vea.
Niigi mul puudub eesmärk.
Ma olen mees ärklikorruse alt.
Keegi elab mu pea peal, vaatab mu, sea, peale sealt ülevalt.
Ja ta tahab, et minulgi hakkaks veel kunagi hea.
Ta teab, mida ma vajan.
Ma ise ju seda ei tea.
Õhtuti ma vaatan lakke ja ma rahastan leeki, mis lõõmab mu peas.
Hommikul ma olen kass ja siis ma ahastan.
Õhtuni, kui hakkab hea.
Valge viina joomine on hingepuhastus, sest unub, et hing on sul must.
Ainus, mis jääb meelde, on kassiahastus.
Ta sööb läbi lihast ja luust.
Oi ai äu

Kassiahastus (translation)

So if you have a goal, you have stuff inside that chaines a man.
However, you keep him and do not warn others about him.
You will be free if you forget the long-gone parties.
Remember what your words and deeds meant.
Pink little mice are nesting in my delirium.
The golden rays of the sun illuminate my anguish.
I eat words and I drink hate vodka aside.
It is a pleasure so strange, so necessary tradition.
In the evenings I look at the ceiling and I finance the flame that burns in my head.
In the morning I am a cat and then I get anxious.
I can't put the picture together.
I already have no goal.
I'm a man from the attic.
Someone lives on my head, looking at me, pig, from above.
And he wants me to be fine again.
He knows what I need.
I don't know that myself.
In the evenings I look at the ceiling and I finance the flame that burns in my head.
In the morning I am a cat and then I get anxious.
Until the evening begins.
Drinking white vodka is a cleansing of the soul, because you forget that your soul is black.
The only thing left in the mind is cat litter.
He eats through flesh and bone.
Oh oh