A keresés eredménye

Proletarian Gothic

I hear voices from outside
You take me by the hand
Your face glows in the dark
It fuels my light
 
I am controlled by a spooky fear
Like a slave I will follow you
Devils dance on crosses
Laugh at my destiny
 
Heaven knows what happened to me
I wasn't told about
I am dancing as an unliving
With you in the same tomb
 
You presented the mausoleum
It is even better than Moscow, though
And in the light of grim streetlights
You were drowned by sorcery
 
It resounds a terrible laugh
And the witches are dancing in a circle
And I'm not against all pleasures
But tomorrow I must go to the factory
 
Heaven knows what happened to me
I wasn't told about
I am dancing as an unliving
With you in the same tomb
 
I can't run away from you
Your dungeon* is my prize
I wasn't made to be your daydream
Because of... that I don't want to
 
Treat or death
Souls moan under the crucifix
Kiss the frozen lips
My eternal condemnation
 
Heaven knows what happened to me
I wasn't told
I am dancing as an unliving
With you in the same tomb
 
Heaven knows what happened to me
I wasn't told
I am dancing as an unliving
With you in the same tomb
 

• *. Ostrog - a wooden fortress commonly used as prison between XVIII and XIX centuries

Soyuz (Union)

[Verse 1]
You're hidden in the dark, in a dream
where millions of stars
want to kill you, to strip you bare
to enter you where they cannot.
 
[Verse 2]
The light eats away at your eyes
Hiding the tears on your face
But who are you, o hidden one?
I don't know. Nobody knows.
 
[Refrain]
Radio Soyuz, broadcasting the blues,
Radio Soyuz, Radio Soyuz.
 
[Verse 3]
You walk in nylon stockings,
along the ring road, down the sidewalk.
You don't smell the fear,
unlike me- the sick of heart.
 
[Verse 4]
The sirens I hear
interrupt my monotonous thoughts,
my reminiscences of other days.
Tickling our fancies.
 
[Refrain]
Radio Soyuz, broadcasting the blues,
Radio Soyuz, Radio Soyuz.