1.
Blues
Is
that a bad blood?
But who has good?
Could the good nature
Sprout out a bad root?
Wolf can be growling,
Happy and strong.
Oh, that's a howling.
But is that a song?
Wolf
can be growling,
Happy and strong.
Oh, that's a howling.
But is that a song?
Maybe I'm a fool one
Thinking he is free.
I suddenly saw my own mind is
Casually in transit by me.
Wanted
to see You
With my short dim sight...
But wasn't it me myself
Who closed my eyes tonight?
Like every going his own way,
Quivering of any swish,
I justify myself with death is not the thing to wish.
Think I'm follow my fate now but is that You really wish?
Where
is my sweet world?
Where am I from?
Where is that sailship
Sailing me home?
I've took a fancy
To the life that I love,
But whether I know me?
Less than a half...
2. I'm
looking for the rainbows
Girl,
girl!
What are you here for?
Girl, girl,
What do you look for?
You, little monkey,
What have you heard, girl
Of vivisection?
I'm
looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows.
Hey,
hey,
Where is you sky, Girl?
Where is your eye, Girl?
Have you ever
Seen what they've done to you, you?
I'm
looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows.
The
Earth makes turn.
The child is born.
Your chains can ring.
Your walls can swing.
Your mother waves her hand
And shakes her head
And smiles.
I'm
looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows
I'm looking for the rainbows.
3.
Every little tune
Soft
paw of controbass
Comforts you,
Ligts are shaded but you
Don't believe it's true.
What had happened to you:
All what you see
You see as a good shaped
Illusion.
I'm
so afraid, you say,
I'm not the same.
This velvet paw of bass
Fears even more.
So whatever you do
And wherever you is -
You see just empty eyes of
Mirrors.
But
music is real thing -
Listen to music,
Every little tune,
Every sound of play,
Because the change is near,
The time is coming,
This melody'll be changed away.
4.
Time
(with
the English translation below)
Время
застыло,
Лишь хлопья да линии
Движутся в мире.
Так приближается,
Дышит стихийное.
В чуткой квартире
Звон тишины,
Замерев настороженно,
Слушают стены.
Так в тишине
Музыкант осторожный
Слушает тему.
Птица возникнет
Воздуху в лоб, и
Тонет в буране.
Падает музыка,
Движутся, движутся хлопья
Как на экране.
/And
Time is still
Just flaky whitish lines
Are only moving.
The Elemental
Moves itself this way.
In empty stillness
The
walls are listening
To the low long zoom
Of sounding silence
As a musician
Standing in the room
Stands still for theme.
A
bird appears
Against the solid air
And drownes in snowstorm.
The music’s falling,
Flakes are moving'n'moving
As in the screen/
5.
Nice to go
Nice
to go
Leaving this way to live.
Don't you say -
No message to receive.
I hear the voice
Hear the music
I know you too.
I
shall stay
Only to go away.
I'll be yours
If we don't leave the way.
We have no time
Have no time
More to be asleep.
/vocalize/
I
like to go between the border and border
Further and further
Out of the "order"
I've touched the space and since I'm trying to find this
Starting to climb this
I'm feeling how far is this...
The
way I used to hold
Needs to turn it
I should return to it
Only to see and say good
Bye, you tell me boy
That's not good to throw it
You're trying to show it
Baby I know it, but I
Like
to go between the border and border
Further and further
Out of the "order"
I've touched the space and since I'm trying to find this
Starting to climb this
I'm feeling how far is
This...
6.
Short horizon
Short
horizon,
Narrow sky.
Now that's all can see my eye.
Blue street darkness,
Yellow fire...
God, don't allow me wanna die.
Birds
and angels
Flying so high.
Don't allow me wanna die!
Darkness moving
Deep inside -
Oh, I know this,
But it's not my
Short
horizon,
Dark desires,
Pictures, coming
Through my eyes.
Let me hear you
Lord, my fire,
Don't allow me wanna die,
Don't allow me wanna die.
7.
Every Little Tune Remix
(See
the text of the song No 3)
8.
A letter from the road
(with the Russian translation below)
Non-autumn
leaf
Was taken by the wind
And thrown in air
And turned and turned about.
When both my hands
Came close
He was between.
Like clean-cut boat
When hands were opened out
And
then there's come
A light unknown pain.
There was no reason,
But I used to hold.
The wind returned
And he was blown again,
Non-autumn leaf,
A letter from the road
I
stand alone
Under the summer tree
I see the sky
Through the summer lace of gold
I hold my hand
I never start to read
But it's inside
A letter from the road
Лист неосенний,
Но сорван ветром
И брошен в воздух.
Потом такие
Текут завесой,
Но это после.
Порыв короткий,
А лист кружился
И кувыркался,
И в пальцах-лодке
Он опустился
И задержался.
Потом с ладонью
Его качнуло
В едином слоге
И сдуло ветром.
А это было
Письмо с дороги.
Уже не глядя,
Но всё держу
Пустоту в ладони.
Смотрю на небо
Сквозь золотую
Прореху в кроне.
И в то же время,
Забыв пространство,
А с ним - аллею,
Тот неосенний
Держу в ладонях,
Читать не смею.
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