Budka Suflera - Ragtime

Do you feel that rhythm?
It's pulsing in our blood
There's nothing today but ragtime
Beer and a buzz around
A nickel-plated bar is gleaming
The purest cinder is smoking
from over the keyboard
There's no place for spleen
Here one pays for tears,
There can be only ragtime
Make a big ball for yourself,
Because there are no rules at all,
There's only a writing shining
"Don't shoot at the pianist
Till he's playing for us"

Fear for the poor,
The day for us, the night for us, the world for us
Regret for the stupid,
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball
Only ragtime
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball
Only ragtime
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball

Do you feel that rhythm?
It's pulsing in our blood
There's nothing today but ragtime
Washed ashore
It's losing breath - that's the 21st century
Equally not serious
As it started
They're throwing cards on the table
Somebody has been shot up several times
Only ragtime can help him
Who would be afraid of the end?
Just let the busker play
Just the same music
Till the last chord
Let him further, further play

Fear for the poor,
The day for us, the night for us, the world for us
Regret for the stupid,
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball
Fear for the poor,
The day for us, the night for us, the world for us
Regret for the stupid,
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball
Only ragtime
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball
Only ragtime
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball

Fear for the poor,
The day for us, the night for us, the world for us
Regret for the stupid,
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's a ball
Only ragtime
And here's a fuss, and here's a clink, and here's