А. Сапунов - Звон into English, please

Hi
Please can someone translate this into English?

Звон, звон, звон, малиновые реки.
Испо - - кон вове - ки.
Шел в руку сон, быль иль небылица,
Дили-дили-дон-дон,
А что не случилось, и что не случится.

Звон, звон, звон, будит не разбудит.
Дальше что там будет?
Смотрел на ладонь, глядя на дорогу,
Дили-дили-дон-дон,
Далеко-далёко пророку до бога.

Звон, звон, звон, малиновые реки.
Испокон вовеки.
Ходил на поклон, падал на ступени,
Все обиты пороги, в прах истёрты колени.

Звон, звон, звон окатил водою.
Справлюсь сам с собою.
Сяду на трон, венчаюсь на царство,
Дили-дили-дон-дон,
Ох, корона не шапка, и не лекарство.

Запалила искра, загудели колокола,
Залетела стрела в тихую обитель.
Пламенем пылает пожар, и спешит уберечь алтарь,
Старый звонарь, Ангел мой Хранитель.

Звон, звон, звон душу переполнил.
Всё, что смог, исполнил.
Клятва не стон, да песня как молитва,
Дили-дили-дон-дон,
Ох, на сердце крапива, да острая бритва.

Thanks in advance
-Cat

The lyrics is strange here and there, but it is well in tradition of Russian rock poetry where lyrics don't necessarily have to make clear sense. However, even though lack of meaning (not meaninglessness, since the song itself does have meaning, but certain strings don't) isn't an issue by itself, I can't say this is the best lyrics I've ever come across. The song is beautiful, though.

Peal, peal, peal, crimson rivers
Since the beginning of time and forever
A dream, a true story or a tale came true
Bong bong bong
What didn't happen and what wouldn't happen

Peal, peal, peal, tries to wake [me] up and cannot do that
What will be next?
I was looking at my palm looking at the road (not my fault, thus was in the original lyrics)
Bong bong bong
A prophet is no match for God.

Peal, peal, peal, crimson rivers
Since the beginning of time and forever
I bowed falling at the steps
All the doors beaten down, knees grated into dust

Peal, peal, peal threw cold water over me
I'll cope with myself
I'll get on a throne, I'll be crowned
Bong bong bong
Oh, the crown isn't [just] a cap, nor it is medicine. (Honestly have no idea why it should be medicine)

A spark inflamed, bells started droning,
An arrow flew into the cloister
Fire's raging, and the old bellman,
My guardian angel, hastens to save the altar.

Peal, peal, peal overfilled my soul
Fulfilled everything it could
A swear isn't mourning, and a song is like a prayer
Bong bong bong
Oh, on my heart is nettle and sharp razor.

Thanks!