Текст песни An Accountant's Dream - Omega

A forty years old bald accountant
Terrifying dream
In his nightmare played a rocker
Raising all his teams
His eyes were sparkling
His brain was whirling
His cheeks were burning
His soul was flying
More delighted
And more rejoiced than before
A forty years old bald accountant
Terrifying dream
Past the morning at his counter
Fell asleep asleep
No longer he rested not a night
Every day was a goodbye
Playing hard rock
He felt himself high in the sky
Poor old creature
From this time on
Lived a strange double life
Days with working
Nights with playing
That's how he spent all his time
A forty years old bald accountant
Terrifying dream
In his nightmare played a rocker
Raising all his teams
His eyes were sparkling
His brain was whirling
His cheeks were burning
His soul was flying
More delighted
And more rejoiced than before
Poor old creature
From this time on
Lived a strange double life
Days with working
Nights with playing
That's how he spent all his time