A keresés eredménye

We've been enlisted in the army

I was educating my feelings in a convent
I've been learning Zoroaster1
and Poincaré2
But instantly, the saints have been changed in Paradise
For cleaning shrines
I've been enlisted in the army
 
I really didn't think, that it can be like that
Who was your friend yesterday, is your enemy today
We're standing in a farewell embrace at the edge
After all, we do need to shoot each other
 
We've been enlisted in the army
 
An exploded bridge is flaming above the river
The win over a weak is thrown us like a bone
We believe in false in the long searchings of truth
We don't need to think further
 
We've been enlisted in the army
 

• 1.
• 2.

Different story

[Verse 1, John Grant]:
It is not here, it is not spoken.
It is not here, [with someone before sleep].
It is not here that the stars are shining bright.
It is not here, not now and will never be.
 
Chorus:
Here, as always,
Every step -
Is life out of place and death at random.
And as always - this is not as it’s suppose to be
And it never will be a different story.
 
[Verse 2, Bi-2]:
This isn’t hell - I’m being told.
This isn’t hell - it’s just shadows of the darkness.
And the one to blame - I’m being told:
Is the one with the wings, who’s afraid of the height.
 
Chorus:
Here, as always,
Every step -
Is life out of place and death at random.
And as always - this is not as it’s suppose to be
And it never will be a different story.
 

Amusement Park

I came back at night,
The city was dark,
Dispersing the darkness, the amusement park were shining under the moon.
The address was incorrect, the handwriting - illegible.
I closed my eyes, and time moved back.
 
Chorus:
I still believe
You look down on my silly optimism.
The soul was suffering big loses
When it was breathing freely.
 
The moon split in two as if possessed by devil,
Rip the door off the hinges, and carousel started spinning.
On the steps of the throne the crown awaits for you.
You haven’t performed in vain,
Take it - it’s yours.
 
Chorus.
 

The Last Hero (Stay Alive)

Versions: #1
I do not play with my soul anymore
Whatever it is, will do for someone
But copper isn't gold1, and your hero
Is the last you could be proud of
 
To stay alive
A desperate psycho
Not a friend nor a foe
The last hero
 
Do not bet on even2 all the little you have
When love and tears cost no more than bread
And it seems that reach ground swimming
Is possible only for those who walk on water, leaving for the sky
 
To stay alive
A desperate psycho
Not a friend nor a foe
The last hero
 

• 1. A typo in original text, should be 'Но медь – не золото'
• 2. Here is spoken about gambling, most probably roulette game

Her eyes

Versions: #1
Her eyes, unlike the stars
A fire blazes in them like a vivid whirring moth.
Another ordinary evening is gone
Whereas with her, each time it's different.
 
Her allegations -
Herolds of coldness
Like freshly cut grass in August
And given that in her words there's not even a drop of truth
She is divinly right.
 
Somewhere Angels are calling: 'Forgive - farewell!'
Soul is melting like a candle
Sorrow pours upon the heart
Me, I will always be Yours,
You - you are No One's.
 
Her radiance darkens the sun
And blood freezes in her shadow
Such happiness has been given to you dearly
That crowning glory - don't even try to find where you got it from.
 
Any jack within her big card game will fall, as a victim of blind jealousy
She is the only one and leaves me
A well-known trodden track.
 
Somewhere Angels are calling: 'Forgive - farewell!'
Soul is melting like a candle
Sorrow lays upon the heart
Me, I will always be Yours,
You - you are No One's.
 

The Wolves

Versions:
The wolves are going to the sky
A burning cold is in their eyes
This time the note did not arrive
To trust in wonders
And every day, another goal
A mountain wall or mountainous wall
Waiting for the desperate guests
Are packs of strangers
 
The wind to your back is biting
Yet there is escaping
For someone's soul
They'll save, but it's not helping
The flesh you are feeling
Is already lost
 
They don't see dreams, they don't know speech
They have outgrown their family
And the soldier's hand, it seems
Is done with weapons
There's shame and glory in their blood
They've had enough of death and love
But for the packs of hungry wolves
It's not sufficient
 
The wind to your back is biting
Yet there is escaping
For someone's soul
They'll save, but it's not helping
The flesh you are feeling
Is already lost x2
 
The wolves are going...
The wolves are going...
The wolves are going...
 

Depression

To us, with exquisite cynicism
They sell an ersatz of a dream
Only a myth about a sweet life
Won't fill up the emptiness
 
We'll walk out of home
Out of hopeless
Depression
Oh how long ago
For us, it was
So fun
 
In happiness there are no strict proportions
The ideal is getting sleepy
In a black puddle, a dead calm of emotions
And in the chest, a Ninth Wave*
 
We'll walk out of home
Out of hopeless
Depression
Oh how long ago
For us, it was
So fun
 

You and I

Versions: #1
The black sun was setting down nearby,
Behind the skyline, that has been and still is.
Even if this life wouldn’t happen,
I would still be here.
 
The darkness, as an absence of the external light,
You can’t see and cannot be completely seen.
Even if I wouldn’t be needed,
I would still be here.
 
Please know, that throughout all these unfinished sentences -
There are you and I... and I... and I.
Please know, that throughout the starry dawn of the darkness -
There are me and you...and you..and you.
 
The silence, as an absence of the sound
In the beginning,
Or something that I rhymed it with.
Even if you haven’t said so,
I would have known it.
 
The black sun was rising nearby,
Behind my back.
Even if all went away and disappeared,
It still remains with me.
 
Please know, that throughout all these unfinished sentences -
There are you and I... and I... and I.
Please know, that throughout the starry dawn of the darkness -
There are me and you...and you..and you.
 
Please know, that throughout all these unfinished sentences -
There are you and I... and I... and I.
Please know, that throughout the starry dawn of the darkness -
There are me and you...and you..and you.
 
The lights will come from somewhere out there.
Just the lights.
They wander in zenith
Like the entirety of the short thread.
G.d is omnipresent.
And there where the sky is completely dark,
Two angels of my sorrows
Don’t hide their wings.
And the dreams got frozen
In the cold winter.
We are so free
And we don’t hear
When we take turns breathing
Under the sun of
the very first night.
And by the way,
Someone only knows
Not far beyond the line of eye sight,
That everything that happens
May not be
Or may not need to be.
 

Black Sun

Versions: #1
Paranoia has blossomed in maroon colors
The parallel Universe is at war.
A magnetic field of an uneven battle
Is approaching like a deadly wave.
 
If the black sun explodes
Everything will turn upside down in this life,
The world as we know it will cease to exist,
It will be gone for good.
 
A pathetic illusion of our freedom
Is ringing the bell revealing our worries
But the deceased Gods won't hear us
And won't help us.
 
In the vast night sky there are sources of light
Twinkling of stars - cigarette flames,
Planets begin the last parade,
And each of them will get a lucky token.
 
If the black sun explodes
Everything will turn upside down in this life,
The world as we know it will cease to exist,
It will be gone for good.
 
A pathetic illusion of our freedom
Is ringing the bell revealing our worries
But the deceased Gods won't hear us
And won't help us.
 

No One Writes to the Colonel

Versions:
Big cities,
Empty trains,
No shore, no bottom -
Starting all over.
Cold war,
The time is like water,
He didn't go crazy,
You knew nothing.
 
No one writes
To the colonel,
No one awaits
The colonel.
 
On the firing line
Empty cities
To which you've never
Ever been.
The trains tear apart
Over empty words,
He didn't go crazy,
You knew nothing.
 

Eternal Phantom Passer-By

Versions: #1
I'm not myself,
My tracks are lost,
I'm up to my head
In the grains of time -
I fell to the bottom
And the metronome
Counts in silence...
While everybody awaits
The coming of the Truth
The holy lie
Sounds ever more genuine,
And hides its gaze,
And poisons my soul
The venom of temptation...
 
I did it all -
And left it all,
In my game
There are almost no rules,
And my hero
Doesn't keep rank
And asks for trouble...
 
I did away with dreams and confessions,
In fate's hands
Is my salvation,
My central nerve
Is threaded through a needle,
Bared to the limit...
 
Eternal
Phantom passer-by
Will be able to protect me -
An ordinary storyline
Of all religions...
True
To me -
And by me
Betrayed,
She learned in full
Birth and Death
In every moment...
 

Homeland

Shoot me like a prodigal son
I am ready to go to the ends of the Earth with my love for you
Punch me in the face until it's deformed
I am tired of wandering around.
 
I only ask one thing for that
To turn off the blasting noise for a while.
I find places that are precious to my heart
In the beautiful songs of nightingales.
 
Sweet home - an abandoned railroad car in the field,
I can't hold back my tears when I see pictures of birch trees.
You are mine to the last ruble,
It's impossible to prohibit to unconditionally love your homeland.
 
A concrete Faberge egg is risen
Surrounded by a circle of garages.
The bluebird of happiness constantly demands sacrifice
And waits for the slaughter of the goat.
 
There is grief all over his face
His bed is laid among thorn bushes
Please tell me why the Evil Empire
Is onto me, I am trying to understand.
 
Sweet home - an abandoned railroad car in the field,
I can't hold back my tears when I see pictures of birch trees.
You are mine to the last ruble,
It's impossible to prohibit to unconditionally love your homeland.
 

Farewell, Berlin

Versions: #2
In two steps from the earth
The lights were fading out
In two empty cities in the sky
 
There is a sea of the reasons why
The shards are preserved.
There is one way out, when the fireworks hit the stars.
Farewell, Berlin
Farewell, Berlin
 
There are kilometers of roads
in two hours between the lines.
In two words from love
We got stuck
 
There is a sea of the reasons, the wall will crumble in chunks.
There is one way out, when the world got deaf from happiness.
Farewell, Berlin
Farewell, Berlin
 

Slippery Streets

The air sparkles,
and it’s easy to believe
that the worst nightmare will burst
like a soap bubble.
The amber fire
will burst inside the chest,
but it will not heat up,
and will leave the heart empty.
 
Chorus:
Slippery streets.
Foreign cars kiss each other –
crumpled wings
of unhappy love.
The minutes are marked
by people we meet randomly,
Yet, no one can tell
what awaits us ahead.
 
The ice melts
on the velvet body.
The short night
melts away like some light smoke.
As the time passes,
it will once reveal
the mottles of the roads ahead,
And all doubts will be done away with.
 
Chorus:
Slippery streets.
Foreign cars kiss each other –
crumpled wings
of unhappy love.
The minutes are marked
by people we meet randomly,
Yet, no one can tell
what awaits us ahead.
 
Arrows indicate that we’re at crossroads.
All we see until the horizon are unpointed ones (roads).
The city is like an island
At the very end of the world.
 
Chorus:
Slippery streets.
Foreign cars kiss each other –
crumpled wings
of unhappy love.
The minutes are marked
by people we meet randomly,
Yet, no one can tell
what awaits us ahead.
 

Touching The Ground

Some day I'll tell
Every word again:'I need you'.
 
Come back, try
To find a gateway,
Just take a glance - and the sun will rise touching the ground.
 
And very close, in my dream
I feel it with my eyes - I need you.
 
Come back, guess
What is waiting for you,
Just take a glance - and the sun will rise touching the ground.
 
All my thoughts are open,
In spite of senses I need you.
 
Come back, try
To melt the ice,
Just take a glance - and the sun will rise touching the ground.
 
Just take a glance - and the sun will rise touching the ground.
 
Just take a glance - and the sun will rise touching the ground.
 
And the sun will rise...
 

Black Sun

A paranoia has blossomed in scarlet.
A war has happened in the neighbouring Universe.
A magnetic field of an unequal fight
Is approaching us like a fatal wave.
 
If the black sun explodes
Everything in this live will turn upside down.
The habitual world will never be back
It will never be back.
 
A sad ghost of our freedom
Is ringing the bell raising the alarms.
But dead Gods
Won't hear and won't help.
 
Sources of light in a boundless night.
Twinkling of stars, sparks of cigarettes.
The planets are starting their last parade.
And everyone will get a lucky ticket.
 
If the black sun explodes
Everything in this live will turn upside down.
The habitual world will never be back
It will never be back.
 
A sad ghost of our freedom
Is ringing the bell raising the alarms.
But dead Gods
Won't hear and won't help.
 

Spruce Juice

Dying of love or hunger
Is cold in the winter.
Lips get chapped from laughter.
You have another woman.
 
Holidays are writhing
And squeezing spruce juice.
A white cavalry is rushing
And twirling the snow.
 
All the friends, the twelve months*,
Will fit at one table.
And they are calling and splitting evenly
Each of my four sides.
 
Holidays are writhing
And squeezing spruce juice.
A white cavalry is rushing
And twirling the snow.
 
Dying of love or hunger
Is cold in the winter.
 

La-la poplar

So much water flown
And now doesn't matter whether blood or wine
I won't regret anymore
Try to answer, who's lucky?
 
Chorus:
La-la poplar! Let's escape from the ship
On the ambulance to the prom
La-la poplar, Good day to everyone!
And let the Summer last forever
 
Tears slide down on the face
Your kiss is bitter like hop
If the Earth is a ball
Will a sick soul hold on it?
 
Chorus:
La-la poplar! Let's escape from the ship
To the prom on the ambulance
La-la poplar, Good day to everyone!
And let the Summer last forever
 
Chorus:
La-la poplar! Let's escape from the ship
To the prom on the ambulance
La-la poplar, Good day to everyone!
And let the Summer last forever