Oh human, I cannot believe your life is...
Oh human, I cannot believe your life is
just all about looking into my cell?
Does not your life call you? I`m begging tell me
if you at least define somehow your life`s way
performing at this sadly joyless workplace
where everything is filled with human torture?
you always stand along my heavy sorrow
and I can feel your pain behind your posture,
because you are just twice as sad as I am
I have myself, and you are just a shadow
I am the good, you are the dust, decay
we are both prisoners, that`s what we have in common
on both sides of this door, I`m here, you`re there
We`re separated by these walls of law.
There grows the wall between the world and soul
There grows the wall between the world and soul
play hide and seek so they don't recognize you
through layers of the deadly memories
numb thoughts and ice floes of your senses
the spurs went into such a frozen soul
unwillingness just shortens the desire
for seeking wells, in which endure forever
the world to recognize you and to kill you
with all of its resistless deadly weight
there is the wind that blows souls out of bodies
breaks trees, bends grass along the way and even
creates a multifaceted emptiness
that is exhausted by its own improvement
such sadness everywhere! how many
fates are lost! how many carried on
down to the final breath, the final moan
to death. such sadness everywhere!
where grows the wall between the world and soul
We are your lovers, death, already
We are your lovers, death, already
life shines for us just through the fog
you should rejoice for now, my baby
when fields of skies are sown till dawn
the crimson music roaming here
on the sharp-witted top above
a cuckoo cheers, drunk with tears
she sings “cuckoo” `cause she knows how
we drank the juice of birch tonight
we drank the water from the river
long-bodied sycamores downriver
were slowly crunching in the ice
and swida was about to burn
pyrola ‘s rolling through the snow
the earth soared up on the ravine
she felt the fruit as it`s a sin
how good it is close to the forest
to lose a meadow path somehow
fall backwards for the skies above
I`m like a baby in a cradle
Self-portrait with a candle
You hold a candle `bove your head
until your hand is almost tired
not for the night – until you`re dead
the timid darkness, no more fire
bats fly like bullets in the night
my cheeks are frozen cold in fear
I cannot see you, cannot hear
how can you live without the skies?
they lifted eyes, those sleepy creatures
you`re not the one who`s resurrected
owl shouting echoing in niches
and Dante wanders here neglected
black little thing, my pointless beauty
I’ll be your target, will you shoot me?
the candle does not even blink
There is this silence. silence. dry and black
There is this silence. silence. dry and black
and gray doves drawing circles in the sky
dive into fortune telling, why the heck
is the night shrouded in darkness now
I think I even see agile soothsayers
they’re throwing cards in front of you so quickly
your faith is squared with blank and gloomy victims
they will to obey undoubtedly and strictly
a candlestick `s asleep. a candle sleeps in it
already flat, a butterfly, acanthus
between all that – your pain is like a diamond
the blinding eye of your despair. get up
do not erase gunpowder from the candle
it`s all about your fears you can`t handle
The wheels, the wheels, they hit the road
The wheels, the wheels, they hit the road
feels like a ferry hits a wave
hey Charon, here we are, my friend,
we bring some laugh and pain.
the wheels, they hit, the wheels, they hit,
they roll us somewhere else,
we`ll never be back home again,
we`ll never see that place.
the wheels, the wheels, they hit the road,
the wheels, the wheels, they hit,
oh Jes, oh Chief, and all the gods
and all the goddamn shit,
and Moscow, and the Bear hill,
and everything we pass,
this is our prison path,
it`s swollen with our tears.
and Vyatka, Kotlas, and Ust-Wym,
Chibyu, we drive a lot.
this is The Prison Union Land
the land that God forgot.
forgotten by the Devil too,
another god `s in charge,
the marxist, racist human-eater
the mouth is large.
from Moscow to Chibyu we go
to the internment camp,
that`s how we build a better future
with blood and bones again.
You want to escape destiny? no way,
You want to escape destiny? no way,
the thunder hits, your life just goes away.
and here you are, like a nightmare come to life,
the death of life, the life of death defined.
what can I do? at least I think I`ll try
to verify the gold of love and would
your loved ones go with you no matter what?
if can they realize and recognize
that this is you, you, after all that life?
would they be afraid of you? of that
what you`ve become? oh please, how can I know…
this life got such a crazy way to go,
those winds had taken you away, you know,
but you succeed, my faith, thank god.
the stronger wind, the less you fear it.
In this blue field, as blue as flax,
In this blue field, as blue as flax,
you are alone, and no one else around you,
and suddenly you`ve seen someone pass,
one hundred shadows, blue as flax.
and in this field, as blue as flax,
you had to be alone, just lonely,
to realize your fate is a redemption,
in this blue field, as blue as flax.
one hundred shadows start to grow
all of a sudden they are like the woods
they start to go just toward you.
oh should I run? what should I do?
or should I stay? that`s right, I think I`ll stay.
and only here, only in this field,
as blue as flax, I`ll be enslaved right here
don`t feel like home in here anymore,
in this blue field, as blue as flax,
you are alone, one hundred are against you,
and each of them is filled with grief,
and each of them will never stop
to curse you like you never heard before,
like throwing stones at you, and every word
is burned with loneliness of yours
and finally you`re going slightly mad
in this blue field, as blue as flax.
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for oh tell me what
if someone `s gonna come this early morning?
if there is someone you would like to meet?
and if you would, would you believe it?
there is a dead end of the inner world,
there is a woman, she is filled with thoughts,
she`s whispering: god bless this place,
oh god please bless this goddamn place.
I also see some distant foreign land,
the field and the viburnum tree, it`s burning,
and also there`s the grave. Ukraine is crying
over its son's head: farewell my son.
there are two enemies of yours, they try to cry,
so hard for them to imitate the grief,
they are just glad that guy has never loved
Ukraine, its land, its skies, for nothing
she cries for him, her shadow bends in grief,
because of that the emptiness just spreads
beyond this field, and everything you get,
you hear the echoes of the frozen depths
tonight.
oh evil demon whom
you curse, you curse, you curse?
whom do you call inside yourself?
your broken fate? a piece of warmth
under the ashes of those times?
whom are you waiting for? not sure
you`ll wait until you`ll say: we`re done.
you give. you take.
Be patient, patient, `cause the patience grinds you
Be patient, patient, `cause the patience grinds you,
your spirit turns to steal, so you be patient.
`cause no one `s gonna save you from the trouble,
and no one ever `d make you change your mind.
stick to the plan, you keep it to the end,
the world would end you`ll be the last man standing,
highway to hell or stairway to the heaven,
you gotta stand, you gotta do your thing.
you go your way, the way you chose to be yours,
the way chose you and it`s forever.
it started when you were a young boy,
God himself told you to do so.