Rozhdestvo v Murmanske
we all fall down and not everyone gets up
a wasted day brings us an endless night
His crucifixion repeats itself in my dreams
nevertheles, I sleep
-and suffer with Him all night
holy blood flows onto my perverted thoughts
my temple of flesh crumbles under this sin
this dream rips my blackened heart apart
and while awake...
the unclean spirit follows me all day
my body is crushed
crush the body
crush it - and that is i
Predatel
oh you, look here
what's becoming of me with you
my eyes are empty
and you're the serpent in paradise
the third day will come to the holy one
-I shall live again
and you won't find me in this tomb
it is written: I was fated for suffering
but years shall fly by
...the third day will come to the holy one
yet you are my traitor
forever a traitor
yes, you are a traitor
you're a traitor
I foresaw it all - my downfall
but I didn't do anything
oh, my traitor, I don't fear you
for you are my beloved enemy
1917
all my brothers have dissapeared
the streets are empty, the streetlights out
no reasons in sight, nor heard
suddenly my life just has no meaning, no goal
escaping to America
to start a new life there
after leaving my motherland
I am an outcast everywhere
an alien
no one knows what is happening
with the country of with me...
oh, what are we getting into?
and after some years who will remember
who was right an who betrayed?
and besides, I won't be around...
Chernaya Dyra
there is nothing but infertility here
even dreams are of nothingness
and the rays of the sun and the moon
cannot save me from death
their sins covered in excuses
and without hope we live
continuing numbly towards the bottom
the road into me is like the road down the Mirny mine
a spiralling decent into nothingness
I'm a life complitely crushed, an apparition
a black hole breathing involuntary
I shatter all mirrors around me
I cannot even bare my own stench
I fear nothing like I fear myself
and I curse this monstrosity I've become
broken, immobile
cursedm, yet still alive
each indifferend day I drink by the bottle
just to be able to live with myself
to survive the day and survive the night
all the way to the next dark dawn
that I never wanted
broken, immobile
cursedm, yet still alive
oh, poor me...
oh, poor me...
Stalingrad
I woke up at once
knocking on my door
sweat gleamed on my forehead by the moonlight
from the street below
came the rumbling of Black Marys
they gave me five minutes
to dress up
no more
Stalingrad, a powerful state, an old dream
everyone's an enemy, no sleep at nights
yet a strange longing
my son looked me so quietly
he knew what he had done
I said goodbye to my wife
and left without words
going down it struck me
how I loved my son
but more than me
my son loved the land
Ne Prosti
a new century, the same old world
we remained unchanged
as always, as we were before
here I live and see it all
as if I would enjoy it
everyday, to this day, I sin
frozen blood and no love
a multitude of doubts
a new age awaits us
I'm not holy, I'm the other
I'm not with you, nor against
why won't you release me
...I didn't ask to see you...
...I didn't ask for anyone to save me
do not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive
I have deserved my lot
do not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive
and I am not asking for forgiveness
a new country, the same old world
we remained unchanged
as always, as we were before
I am there, it's Doomsday
and old acquaintances
they all adore only evil
frozen blood and no love
a multitude of suffering
and dark age awaits us
I'm not holy, I'm the other
I'm not with you, nor against
why did you banish me
I didn't choose you...
...I didn't choose anyonedo not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive
I have deserved my lot
do not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive
and I am not asking for forgiveness
Ocherednye
it's all repeated again
a war for mistakes covered in grief
a gloomy night has arrived
and the world sinks into black slime
we cannot save anyone
just choose a short epigraph
then take peek into the future:
mushroom-dreams roaming wildly
this time of ours always astounds me
we don't see the end, but run straight to it
that lowly idiot is hiding
laughing in secret, from afar
and so he has sold our fate
there's no more youth, noly timeless scars
Odin Den iz Zhizni Yegora Kuznetsova
the chieftains are dreaming...
dreams too sweet
but I see what exsist
they don't understand, not a single thought
although I gave them all the answers
we look at each other in the eye
but he keeps lying
with power of he self-justifies
I do not know
for how long I am able to hold on
and I do not understand
that I'm still alive after all
in my car there's just the bottle and me and in my pocket the mobile is tinkling
I do not answer, I know who it is
and I hide all my thoughts in the mist
soon she is dreaming...
dreams too sweet
but I see what exist
she can't understand, even the rays of dawn
yet I find answers within them
I do not know
for how long I am able to hold on
and I do not understand
that I'm still alive after all
in the day - no
in the night - no
Demon
The woeful demon, above the ground
flew without a sound
reminiscing ages past
lightly, now and then, from his eyes
a tear fell like lava
and the land burned below
he wanted to belive in goodness
he wanted to pray
to make peace and to love
but he wasn't allowed to live
thus, he decided
to destroy other's delight
here I rule and love
in the dark I'm watching you
you see me from the first time:
"I', the enemy of the heavens, the natural vice!"
and you shall become queen of the earth,
my very first fiancé;
without compassion, without concern
you'll begin to watch the world.
where there's no genuine glee,
and where there are but crimes and castigations
and passions most pathetic,
where they cannot fearlessly
feel neither hate, nor love
