неси меня о белый свет!!
я так пьяна что просплю рассвет,
и мне с утра не нужен бой,
с уже поверженной судьбой.
и мой сладок будет сон
пока любовью мир спасен!
и ясен ум с утра мой будет,
и память не забудет
тех сладостных минут,
когда в бреду вписала эти строки!
can you tell me why I'm standing on the bridge?
Where is no way to fall and I can not return.
Is it life I lived ore destiny I've chose,
You'll never fall behind if you the one who leads,
And steps that you are fallow will bring you to the streets.
The war just started but we have lost again,
the blood that we have spilt is nothing for the pain we made,
the ones who have their will it's just another game
and flags that they are holding burning in the vilent flame.
it's just another day when skys are being grey
and I am walking to the sun
against the crowd that standing still.
I feel the wind that afraid to blow,
I see ashes that fall like the snow,
I touch metal that bleads from the rust,
I see the sky with no hope and no trust.
the sun is so pale as ghosts of the past,
are dead all the machins that runed so fast,
somewhere in the deep they left there alone,
as gravestones they stay like they stood there before.
Air that I breath is dusty and cold,
is broken and killed the moment I hold,
the silence is flying over the top,
I'm only one here and I'm just a fop.
Посвящается рассказу А. Б. Стругацких " пикник на обочине"
и
А. Казариной
the ice age is allmost over,
sunset is getting down.
tell me how...
just tell me how,
can I get over that mountain,
get over that mountain
to see the skyline.
it's getting colder when sun is gone
over my shoulder the darkest hours begun,
I'm running away over that mountain
to see the next day rising again.
sometimes I'm loosing freedom and love
devil is winning and buying my soul,
it is confusing to get over the top,
but only when loosing you know where to stop.
All my friends are zombies,
all night watching television,
try to reach the internet surface,
getting same one education,
In the darkness searching
For the outer information.
All your life is holdup,
You've just lost connection.
you are looking far away,
but it's just reflection
the crowd is taking over,
erasing all the minds,
every day is getting stronger,
making zombies of one kind.
advertising сalling
every one has number.
every word you've told
is already in control,
you can run away
every road is going back to stay.
high blue sky is taking time from me,
I could fly if the bird I wanted to be.
I sleep tight when shadow is over me,
I burn your way throu suffers you pay.
Grass is green under your steps,
Can you feel how it burns?
I made you just like the stones,
You can't breath and you are cold.
salt of seas is eating air,
but you are dead, you don't care,
Is sunset that makes you blind?
or you got something just to hide?
Как-то ночью я шел домой,
Только ветер нарушал городской покой
и листья он гонял под полною луной,
видно заскучал, как мальчишка озарной.
и вроде все спокойно в тишине начной,
только тени играют у меня за спиной,
незнакомцы храмают издовая подозрительный вой,
сосед с мертвецами неравный ведет бой,
а за моими дверями...
вурдалаки - ублюдки и просто подлецы,
Всё как в кошмаре всюду мертвецы,
Всех убивают смерти продавцы,
некуда бежать, нет спасения пути,
выход лишь один всех вурдалаков просто замачи,
в месть За собаку обруби концы
Если не поможет вышеби мозги.
я взял лапату и пошел гулять,
Каждый кто укушен должен умирать,
Единственный способ мозги вышибать,
а лучше просто все на хуй отрубать.
Когда солнцу время настало вставать,
все вурдалаки начали сгорать,
но все равно...