Довольно

I am the man of sorts, you know, And I can feel yours feelings flow, And haven't mastered mine for now... My love to you I did bestow. What was my reason for such move ? To you my love I'll never prove, For you I'm but another buff, So I am saying now - enough ! What was I thinking all that time ? You were your own, never mine, Sometimes all kind, in times all rough ... But it's still such worthless stuff. I am alone, I always was, I am still living in the doze That someone will accept my love ... I will awaken, it's enough ! I'm tired of that endless fight, I am no moth that will not bite And crawl through your endless bluff ... No more lying - it's enough ! I was the one to help you flight And threw your past out of sight, And yet it came to such a blight ... In that I'm guilty - and still right. I can forgive, I will forget Of our past that makes me sad, Such pretty looking, useless stuff... No more such memories, enough ! I have no willing to decide Of who is guilty, who is right, The separation is too tough, No more talk for now ... enough.

Я шествую сквозь дождь...

I am walking through the rain And my soul groans with pain, Cursed be the love like blain - It’s the soul’s bloody stain ! This is like the hellish rain - One without goodness gain, One with brutal, sudden end, Greatest torture of the land. I am screaming in the night, I am begging for the light - One to free me of the chain, And extinguish fiery rain, One to heal scorched heart, One to be my soul guard, One to help me understand That nowhere in earth land It is possible to find Shining love, still being blind, Golden heart, all being poor, Paradise with lifetime guar. I am passing in the night And its darkness makes me blind, And its chill touch makes me wonder Will I need those lights with thunder, Will I live that life with pain As remainder of my gain, As a token of my blight, As a sign of former might? There is no escape, no hiding From that constant essence tidying, From that endless stream of pain … No escape from hellish rain. Let it rain, I don't care ! Almost naked, soul-bare, I will stand against pain, I will bless my burning rain, I shall find way through the night, And will earn the other sight, Truly love I shall once find, On its wings I'll fly with wind. I am walking through the rain, I have thrown away the pain, I am singing in the night … Gleam in tunnel shines me bright.

Я не могу...

I can't hold my tears, My soul is on the spears, I cannot stop my mind, Tranquility can’t find. I've lost my will in space, I've sold my soul in time, I've burned my wings in race … Will peace be ever mine? I cannot hold my anger Even in times of danger, Even in times of need My spirit it still feed. I cannot find the hope - My fate is but to mope, My fate is to obey, I'm a useless prey. I cannot see the light - It is but darkest night, I've lost my right and ways To walk in sunny rays. I've lost my faith in all … Is that how we do fall? Is that how we become Ghosts in the days to come? I may not see the light, Yet I was always right - Once anger makes you blind Yours peace you'll never find. Once soul becomes a mess You will start to regress, And one day you'll become Shadow in days to come. I cannot hold my tears They came, my darkest fears - I shall not stop the mind Thus peace I'll never find...

Магия

It is but magic, foulest sort, And for this world I have retort - My run is not like endless sport, In love and peace I want resort ! I've seen them all, I've met a lot, But chosen one I've found not. I've grown strong, earn more money... I'm still alone ... is that but funny ?! I want to love, enough of tortures, Enough of endless, useless searches ! Enough of pain for the heart And throw away that fucked regard ! Enough of quirks, my buggy mind, The one I want I'll never find ! Her image died so long ago... I cannot find her in the Row ! They are all busy, or have man, This but repeats for now and then, They disappeared all in mist And left me with my tears to feast. I've talked them all, I've seen a lot, I've left my hopes for now to rot And only pain I've got, But chosen one I've found not...

Нет справедливости

The logic shatters, mind dissolves, And hope flushes out through the holes, The world you saw, the world you knew... Forget them, you've been born anew. Is that so difficult to feel That you are nothing, but a meal, That you are no one, but a slave ? You will be damned, won't be saved. He'll left those poor ones to die And yet he'll save that richest guy, He'll punish faithful, help the evil... Just who's this one? No, not a devil. He kills the justice, ruins faith, He's one to call "Your Divine Grace" As you do stand in final court, And being judged for being coward, And being mocked for being poor And not to choose the pleasure tour, And to believe in justice - thing, Which even He once tried to fling... He did forget of our world, There is no wisdom to unfold, There is no justice to behold And only death for those too bold.

Всем наплевать

Stop crying now, there is no one To help you, man, they all but gone, They disappeared with the wind, Theirs empathy you shall not find. You see it now? You’re left alone, Your so-called 'friends' were quickly gone, And so-called 'love' abandoned you, Devoted ones ... they are so few. Strong-willed men ... do they exist? There is but one, the very least. You know this one - this one is you, You wanted more? No, they are few. You wanted friend? Accept your rival. You wanted sun? Yours day is nival. You wanted help? You'll get no one. Accept, that, man - you'll find it fun. You hoped for trust? You'll find suspicion. Your eyes are clear? They'll dim your vision. You struggled for freedom? You are bound And understanding won't be found. No one cares of the others No one sees us, men, as brothers, No one's willing to escape Bonds of hatred, minds of slave. You'll find it fun one lonely day To see those heartless as live's prey, Theirs shadows dim the light of sun For their hearts are in the run. No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair, It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...

Проклятый

The thoughts are pooling through the mind, But answers you will never find, And He, who only judged and blamed Will never make you feel ashamed. The One, who cares not of us, But who grabs souls in his pass, The One who cursed you with a bane To feel and act like an insane... Oh, but he listens not to you, The ones he listened to were few, Or there were none at all For they were burned in their fall. Remember times, when you were young Respected leader of the gang? Or maybe earlier than that, Admiring dead, silenced cat? Remember death, who looked so true, When mother died when you were two? And how you clinged for the life... All for survive, all to survive !? Perhaps He cursed your father too And left his body as a clue? For just to shatter bonds of fate He disappeared when you were eight... In fear for your own life You started robbing to survive, And soon you joined with the others - Your bloody-bounded cursed brothers. Together you were real power, Who were soon christened in blood's shower... And that is how you have been done - The Cursed One, and a sin's son. But these days have long since passed... Your darkest times, as you've guessed, For nothing is born without reason Even in murky, darkest prison. ...There were times when you cried "Why ?! Torture no more - let me die !" ...But no one listens, no one hears, It's all but roar in your ears... But nothing is forever here - Your hate, your curse, your life and gear, And just to strengthen bonds of thee For now you'll never be set free. To see the sun, to look at moon… And only death will come too soon, Silencing all that has been done And stopping runner in his run. You have your time before it comes To reconsider earned sums, To reconsider deeds that done, To once again look at sun. And only then the time you die You will be given wings to fly...

Разница

I see myself between the two - But one is false, and one is true, For one is night and one is day No matter what the others say. The first is silent, first is cold, One needs to be both hot and bold To dare melt that icy heart. Will you succeed? Go try it, but... The second is both warm and kind, It may be not so sharp in mind, It may be not so swift in tongue - But it had never-ever stung. The first is like secular lioness - It is the grace, it is the finesse, It is the beautiful snowflake … But what one's hands with it will make ? The second's like domestic cat - To see you home she's always glad, And she will rub about knees To make you happy and to please. The first is the unwilling one To share moon, to share sun, To share failure and success - It's not accustomed to stress. The second will go hand-in-hand By any road, through any land, In any way you just have sighted - And in that way you'll be united. The first will look but with contempt If you have riches that not tempt, If you first offer own love - Like useful slave you'll always bow. The second will ask for but love That's warm as sun, and fly as dove, Will look at you with gleaming glance - And that's the main dif-fe-rence.

Неверующий

 Listen now, oh Never One, Hear me, your worthless son, Burn my soul, tie my eyes, Oh ... revenge my useless cries ! You are but excuse of God, Nothing good I've ever got, Nothing fair, nothing right, Pity "faith" won't cloud the mind. Pity faith will never help Cruel, foul, evil whelp ! Useless faith does not exist, And no more my sight will twist. I do see you very clear … Never-ever were you near, Far beyond the line of sight, Full of divine, useless might, Full of hatred, full of greed, On the suffering you've feed Like a monstrous, hellish beast ... No, no more my sight will twist ! The pleads, the begging, the despair... Were these calls not fully fair? What is else do you need To reply us, humans breed?! Why, why, why, for heaven's sake Have you brought us in your wake, Have abandoned long ago?! Leave me be, extinguish, go ! Disappear from my life, You are like a skinning knife Making wounds only deeper... You won't have me, butcher-reaper ! So be cursed, useless one, Die in mind of every son And be healed, like a fever, We don't need you, never-ever... But when my time for you will come I'll face you straight - and I won't run... For I am too a heaven's son, The one, who's free - the Faithless One.

Современная

The Modern One, I was a fool, The Heartless One, I was your tool, The Sunless One, I could be light ... I am yet again alone in night. You are the child of this age, I am an ancient, ageless sage, You are the youth in ages gold, I am immortal, very old. Behind my steps - the thousand lives, Behind success - the thousand tries, Behind my wings - the thousand dreams ... I have redeemed own sins. I am a star in darkest night And for myself I'm own guide, You are reflection, shining deep, You have no wings, you like to creep, You like to feed on own lacks - The child, full of epoch's bracks, I would prefer to leave you, rather, There is no fate for us together. You are the victim of your age, But time will break this golden cage, And time will teach you how to play With love of other, who’s your prey. With time you'll die in mind of mine, The time will help me not to pine, The time will be life's own sage, For I was born in the wrong age. So yet again I am behind, I am victim of my own mind, The time will help my heart unfreeze. There is no one. ... Or is there is ?

Цена

As time pass on the body dies, There are no ways to stop its cries, The fate will once stop rolling dice And past will measure pain's size. The past is painful, future's dark, The fate decides well whom to mark, That mark is curse and not a gift, Its pressure one will never lift. May it be called a Divine Hell ! You will not stop my holy gall, I will return you bits of pain And in its waters you I'll sain ! I swear that you shall soon feel That I do have my own will, And I wish stepping own way To all your plans I could say "nay" ! …But since the god is long no more, There is no one to blame for gore, There is no one to judge for pain And all the pleads will be in vain. It matters not if I survive - Myself of curse I will deprive, To find the painless way to sky ... The price for wings is truly high. As time pass on the body dies To free the spirit way to rise, It is the nature of that tolling That makes the dice of fate keep rolling.