My name is Vera Matveeva part IV Oh I've been woken up

Oh I've been woken up, I've been woken And set to a bill so provoking: How many days I should gain. Those in the first column are days that drifted with water Never to come back again, Those in the second are days I have wasted useless, To tell the truth, I'd rather not count them at all, Those in the third are days given for amusements, But why's their number so small, small, small? Oh I've been woken up, I've been woken And set to a balance quite mocking: How many troubles I gain. Those in the first are past troubles already broken Never to come back again, Those in the second are troubles I hardly earned, I'd have them all burned But still I made a sad sum, Those in the third... I just looked through the pages And turned them: Plenty of troubles to come, come, come. Oh I've been woken up, I've been woken And set to a balance quite shocking: How many joys I am left. Why did you give me empty lists, are you joking Or have my joys been all theft? You'd better delve once again through your old dusty records, Slow as it takes 'cause Not a thing should be missed, Not a slightest bit of love, a slightest bit of happiness That can only be put in this empty list, list, list. English lyrics by Pavel Kharitonov (Павел Харитонов)