Micro #12 12 января 1999

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aria - Collection of the best songs of the coolest rock band 'Aria' (Part Two).

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      --- Collection of the best songs -

     The coolest rock band 'Aria'.


            (Part Two)


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       ---=== Blood for Blood ===--
      (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

   (Track 1 from the album "Blood For Blood")

The ancient city of Jerusalem prevails over you
Pontius Pilate
Are you ready to break in Rome, to give up on everything
hand
Taking with him soldiers
You're tired of these people
From a stranger, insincere land
Dull pain beats in the head
Day of anguish fell period

Blood for blood!
That will not people, but the gods
Death for death!
You should not complain, but tolerated
Here is your hell!
You know - there is no turning back
Drink your poison!
Drink, procurator, Pontius Pilate

Over Golgotha ​​- mourning haze, you feel
trouble
You're not yourself
Between soldiers from the heat of evil, your decisions
waiting
Two thieves and the holy
He's mad, he sees God
I'm sorry, but that alone
But you whisper a sentence
King of the Jews crucified like a thief!

In silver dream
You would have gone with him
On the road of eternal stars
Above the expanse of mountains strict
You would have before him
On her knees rose
Do not be ashamed no words, no tears
Who loved - the one and crucified ...

You wanted to find peace at the bottom of the lake waters
Pontius Pilate
You became his own judge, but your death
not count
For the eternal forces of evil
The Devil is mindful of thee
He is a passionate night goes to water
Eager to wash your shame
But all in vain until now.

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        ---=== ALL THAT WAS ===--
        (Dubinin / Kipelov / Pushkin)

  (Track 6 from the album "Blood For Blood")

 The door, and lead anguish
 Pain in my heart, as if death is close
 Only one step can solve everything
Now you're the enemy, I do not know how to live ..

 How to go on living

 I predicted the sorcerer sorrow
 A long way in the distance a thunderstorm
 He was like a beast smelled smoke woes
 Closed door, the shower will wash away all traces of ...

 So do you want

 All that was - my light
 Pure and holy
 All that was - my rock
 Greedy and blind
 All that will be - my cross
Seven laps to go in my fire
Desert ..

 Your voice is getting lost here
 Day and night, it sounds to me
 And I pray let me go
 But behind the glass I see your eyes again ...

Your Eyes

 I had a dream, as in this house
 You brought my heart
 And the pain is gone, and the fear of death in the shower
 But the door, and the fear of tenacious
 What I'm damned and doomed
Lead melancholy, as if death is imminent.

 As a death

 All that was - rock your
All that will - cross your.

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       ---=== Follow Me !===--
            (Kipelov / Pushkin)

   (Track 8 from the album "Blood For Blood")

 On the road to Hell
 Black Rider races
 Pale face and a strange gleam of frozen
 eye
 He is the messenger of evil
 Shadow of death-birds
 As if through a sight he sees us ...

 He does not ask
 Burns and destroys
 The night carries
 Our souls

 The rider will serve on the mountain
 Black Mass for you
 And the echo of a clap on the ground:
 "Follow me!"

 On the road to Hell
 The wind and the motion
Brake not save a trail of blood to wash away
am
 Black Rider is speeding
 In full vestments
And completely empty road to Paradise ...

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--=== WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR DREAM ?===-
      (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

   (Track 1 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 You're way too long wandering in the dark
 And you thought the night - a day
 You have seen hundreds of outraged phone
 But to bring them to the ground was too lazy
 You're not a traitor, you're just a fool
 And there are millions of terms
 Poor Christ pulled her to the crown,
 Guess it is what will happen ...
 ... Answer
 What's stopping you see the light?
 What happened to the dream
 Make all the earthly paradise?

 The wind dropped off the face of the bandage
 And in his eyes light stripe
 It turned out, the maniac you replaced the father
 And the people were obedient cattle
 That all changed in the eyes of his sight
 Who was the rat - has become a tiger and a lion
 You're not a traitor, you were living in a fool
 And there are millions all around ...
 ... Answer
 What's stopping you see the light?
 What happened to the dream
 Make all the earthly paradise?


 Look back
 There stood the sunset
 Black and red stripe stood
 Ahead - Fog
 Behind - deception
 What have you done with your dream?

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     Let's Rock ---=== THIS WORLD ===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 2 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 Your City - two-faced beast
 For you, the day he opens the door
 But at midnight he will announce to you
 You're the enemy!
 Enemy of the guys that are looking for fights
 They do not care who is a coward and who is brave
 The city hides in the depths of wolves
 But there we are!


 Let's Rock this world
 Where in the midst of messy feast
 Spirit violence breaks into the house
 Violence breaks into the house
 Let's Rock this world
 Or wolves, or do we!
 There is no place for the weak
 There is no place for the weak

 In the dark eyes burn
 In them there is no doubt - one passion
 Wolf pack prepares your jump
 The aim is!
 You - stranger, you're not yourself
 At the heart of fear dwelt steel needle
 You understand everything - here is powerless to God himself
 But there we are!

 First tease, but not beaten
 First, persecuted, but not torn
 And the night with the wolves at the same time
 And you're running without feeling legs
 But this moment is inevitable dead end
 redeem cry
 And no chance - you are a stranger here
 Prophesies the death of animal howl!

 Day broke, and the flocks there
 And in the eyes lit quiet light
 They caress the home sister and mother
 But only
 Cast a gloom of night, but the city
 For you guys again worst enemy
 The city hides in the depths of wolves
 But there we are!

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          ---=== SERVANT OF FEAR ===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 3 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 Listen!
 You freestyle believed himself
 Only
 In all like a slave
 You're afraid not think so
 You're afraid to answer is not so
 You - the slave of fear!
 Scary!
 In the doghouse to be from the gods
 Top
 Stronger punch
 Scared and afraid to fly to fall
 It is terrible to live in and then they die
 You - the slave of fear!
 .......... and death is getting closer
 .......... slaves have no death
 Death gives peace and eternal light


 Heaven!
 Weak not miluy
 All beyond the power of
 The burden of freedom
 Time!
 Time will judge
 Not be worse
 Rvis the servant, go!

 Slavery!
 It vise
 Slavery!
 It is poison poison minds
 Put up with silently kicking fools
 And the fruits generations of slaves
 You - the slave of fear!
 Scary!
 Generations of slaves build the world
 Scary!
 The world will be blind and dumb
 In the center of the world - cast iron fool
 On his back - a red scar
 You - the slave of fear!

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          ---=== TEMPTATION ===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 4 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 Close your eyes, touch me
 You smell temptation and honey
 Disappear mud fragments of the day
 Strike a gong nature
 Stolen night as the black beast
 Vibrates in the lunar glow
 Scratching at the door, knocking on the window
 She was cold one
 Cold one
 Caressing night, touch me
 Thy name - Temptation

 Gimme!
 More than just love
 Gimme!
 More than a passion
 What passes as if the pain
 I get burned in the fire
 Burn in you, let
 Can I become ashes, but ...

 You know everything there is to know
 I know a little more than necessary
 For me go to that old edge
 What was the biblical Garden
 Forget about those who say
 What is your path - debauchery and fall
 Let your laughter in the night sounds
 And the ripe fruit off
 Devilishly lit
 Caressing night, touch me
 Thy name - Temptation

 Gimme!
 More than just love
 Gimme!
 More than a passion
 What passes as if the pain
 I get burned in the fire
 Burn in you, let
 Can I become ashes
 Just knowing your paradise ...

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        ---=== Playing with Fire ===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 5 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 Sound of the chorus, and rocked the temple
 Death came for me at five o'clock in the morning
 Pain ripped chest, once I was free
 Persons whores from Milan lodges
 Faces of old maids reduces anger tremor
 They would tear up my flesh in broad daylight
 Day
 I was named as the bone in the throat
 I've seen them all through
 I was paying for anger anger

 Hey! I am for them a villain
 Who knows the secret
 Vile passions
 Beggars and kings
 I was a violinist
 My talent - my sin
 Life and bow
 I've been playing with fire

 No brand on my soul
 In addition to the Lord I did not know the Kings
 But the violin I burned the master secret
 sign
 And the snake was put black ears
 With a bow to my hellish spirit reigns
 And my best friend - the genius of Darkness, himself
 Satan!
 He was like a bone in the throat
 He awoke in the heart of a fury
 It was worth the bloody tears

 Hey! I am for them a villain
 Who knows the secret
 Vile passions
 Beggars and kings
 I was a violinist
 My talent - my sin
 The Devil at anything
 I've been playing with fire!

 Hey, violinist
 You're hot
 As always stroptiv
 You're wrong
 You're like a slave
 I played a tune
 You do not want to know what a genius - that's me!
 You're my case, you - a dress for me ..
 ... fiddler!
 Sing and cry
 And glory in the game
 Still
 You're dead a long time
 That we the human race?
 They would drink and eat in three days, and throat
 night
 Whether you're three times a genius, he can not help

 But go down to the bottom
 Hiding in the strings of laughter
 Make a sound wine
 Tear down my throne
 "Hell," violinist
 'll Be no interference
 We understand you
 There's play with fire!

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       ---=== BATTLE CONTINUES ===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 6 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 Again the night and crawls into the eyes of fear
 Sleep and death are so similar - a brother and sister
 Scared to be alone and wait for the dawn
 As salvation
 Terribly adrift - the war is no longer


 No, but I remain silent
 No, I'm burning the candle, so as not to sleep ...
 No, and I pray
 No, but I swear not to give up ...

 I believed in the truth of one
 Better to be twice dead than istlet
 in captivity
 I kill to live and again to beat
 Games men battle hard to ban
 The sun in our eyes, we in the march of the sunrise
 Air spits blood dries black mouth
 Blood is my drug debt - my flag
 I'm like a hostage to its debt-shot
 fear


 The battle continues
 My battle continues
 My fight!


 I became free from foreign teams
 War is in the past, vanished in
 fog
 Here, from the groomed me sick persons
 I remember the dead and the soul cries
 The sun in his eyes, as there among the stones
 I'm no use to anyone, a shadow among the people
 Silently taking the rifle, each - the enemy
 I do not mind losing, hatred - my
 flag!

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          ---=== GIVE THE HEAT !===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 7 from the album "Playing with Fire")

 What a sad person?
 Tears are pouring a stream, and rain to boot
 You throw up your hands
 Case tube
 You can easily fall asleep
 We are buried alive, and the bill is paid
 All forgiven us
 Mourning Ball
 More silent than to be able to
 Humor - blacker than the night
 Can one help
 Our blow!

 Give me heat!
 To know
 Give me heat!
 To know how to do it
 While not rusted
 Give me heat!

 Where men "in the metal?
 Where the nature of the Eagle, and entered a tiger?
 Pulverized rock
 Dance enemies
 We are from the ashes of rebellion
 We will not play in someone else's game
 Be ugly fashion
 We have no hands
 Away, the undertaker, the way
 To hell with wreaths and flowers
 Treats for deafness Our blow!

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           ---=== SEE !===--
            (Dubinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 1 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 Look, is nearing final
 This century all the forces lost,
 Like an old beast who was wounded in the winter.
 Around the graveyard of hopes,
 Perpetual fear and the triumph of the ignorant,
 There is no future here for us with you ...

 Deadly Poison
 Boils in the seas,
 Acid - instead of snow and rain ...

 Oh, faith no more,
 Washed out hopes of trail
 No love, no life.
 Oh, thunder will strike soon
 In sky blue,
 Like a bitter funeral feast ringing ...

 Look, the nuclear specter
 From the depths of a reasonable born
 Infernal rays kill life
 Our mind - the generator of evil.
 Dark days of war and no numbers
 Do not stop the mechanism ...

 Look at the origin,
 maybe we are lucky again
 In the ocean of stars and other planets.
 Farewell to the cemetery of hopes,
 perpetual fear and the triumph of the ignorant,
 Here, we have no future with you ...

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             ---=== DIRT ===--
        (Terentyev / Kipelov / Pushkin)

    (Track 2 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 I kicked the door in the night
 But get out and does not mind,
 You without me even shoot,
 All decide that it is your whim,
 Repeat it as an encore.

 Yes, I'll go, and I do not care
 Do you know where to look for me,
 In the Red Light District
 I can forget you quicker -
 This is a matter of two nights.

 But enough to lie and cheat all the time,
 Here, all the money it is easy to buy.

 What is the dirt, what power
 And it's nice in that mud fall
 Send to pot behavior and control,
 Pick all the masks and just be myself ...
 ... And do not stand for price

 Around - live goods,
 In our hearts - cold, in the eyes - Fire
 I chose the one that above all,
 My maneuver was a great success
 In the house of sweet comfort.

 She was silent, she does not drink,
 No pulls, no stick
 She polslushna and smart
 All know how that should be able,
 My bill is paid in full.

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           ---=== Deserter ===--
             (Dubinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 3 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 Morning fog shrouded in December,
 Under the feet of white snow, a traitor -
 Wyden every step, and fierce cold
 Too simple to cope with you.
 Harder and harder to breathe piercing
 air
 Increasingly difficult for the sky to send curses
 Increasingly difficult to escape - half of my life you gave
 would
 To forget that fight behind him.

 You are now a deserter
 Outside the law, know - the truth is not found,
 You are now just a goal
 For rifles, hundreds of mountain rangers.

 Oh, what will be tomorrow,
 In this world, a large and hostile,
 Who will be held on boiling water
 Who vainly crucify myself -
 This fate is fate.

 Behind the back ground attack awakened,
 The sky lit up over his head there,
 You did not shoot
 You threw the weapon
 And he sent to hell, this hell.
 Behind the battle - whether criminal,
 righteous
 The truth of war is blurred by blood,
 Where the blind lead desperate reigns,
 Who killed - the bright and holy!

 You are now a deserter
 Outside the law, know - the truth is not found,
 You are now just a goal
 For the same death marked the guys.

 Morning fog shrouded in December,
 Reborn from the ashes of the night,
 Broke trail, and every minute
 Darker mysterious forest.
 You are lying in the snow without a family or tribe,
 Bullet killed, and maybe fear.
 In icy chains you become an eternal
 prisoner
 And the soul is wandering around here somewhere ...

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        ---=== TORTURE OF SILENCE ===--
       (Dubinin / Holstinin / Pushkin)

   (Track 4 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 The rain outside the window, bored a long time ago
 And see the glare of the sun I can not live.
 You're like a shadow, vanished into the darkness,
 Scarlet scarf stood on a chair, as
 yesterday ...

 I turn off the lights in the rooms,
 I do not have a cigarette,
 They are not ...

 I'm waiting for night halt the black distance
 And the remnants of tears of heaven will be a crust
 ice
 I do not care if you bad one
 You wanted change, and heart and soul ...

 Endless torture of silence
 The silence laughs at you
 Freezes time on the wall
 In hours of grief is not the shooter.
 Night after night, day after day - one
 Himself a servant and master,
 A year goes nowhere,
 Since flows in the subterranean world of water ...

 Pain, just pain
 Entirely honest with me
 And she is sweet
 But increasingly angry.
 But the snow outside the window will soon be replaced by rain,
 This is an angel without wings crying about the past ...

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         ---=== Run for the Sun ===--
              (Dubinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 5 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 The air smells like trouble
 Two thousand years,
 Life is so cruel
 At this cursed land ...

 The wind in your hair
 Same as eternity ago
 Time stood still,
 The moon and the sun rose in a row ...

 Fly the birds, away from the damned
 land
 With the air cleaner to merge - that's what
 dreaming of you ...

 Run, run for the sun
 Knocking off his feet in the blood
 Run, run, do not be afraid
 Play fate again and again.
 Fly, fly in the sun
 By the height of madness.
 Fly, fly, do not be afraid
 So only you can do ...

 Courage is only for those
 Who felt my heart fear
 Who looks into the abyss
 But watching with pride in the eyes

 With a white plume in her hair
 Like a pagan god,
 You jumped into the sky,
 In thundering thunderstorms stream.

 You fell with a groan, blasted high,
 On earth is born again, must be
 Ground ...

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             ---=== DECEPTION ===--
       (Holstinin / Dubinin / Pushkin)

    (Track 6 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 In the dawn hour of the jackal, the famine forgetting
 Watching from the hill
 During the grim horsemen in the distance,
 Today is a rainy day - the lord of the world
 dead
 Old and small
 Can not hold back their tears.

 He is a good ruler,
 He was the sun and the moon was
 Empire remained
 His widow.

 He will be buried in a jade coffin
 The steppe is empty
 Where dreams carrion jackal
 And a thousand horses zatopchet path,
 That the cries of human
 Dead Man's Dream is not defiled.

 Jackal prolan hoarse
 That the dead king - his relatives:
 Some canines and greed,
 And the blood of a

 It's all hype, that he was the kindest
 king
 It's all true - he ruled by fire and
 sword
 It's all hype, I am your king, and one
 just me.
 People, like animals, when power over
 the world is given,
 It's all hype.

 Shamans and priests jackal curse,
 And on the run
 Pierce the traitor Lance
 The king must be a saint, and the right is not given
 Overthrow the beasts
 From heaven his greatness.

 A king's son laughs
 Jackals in the spirit of keeping yourself:
 Some canines and greed,
 And the blood of one.

 Wind, an ancient inhabitant of the steppe,
 Still remembers the raucous howl ...

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        ---=== Vicious circle ===--
           (Holstinin / Pushkin)

   (Track 10 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 We traveled on the roads
 Changing strings and girlfriends,
 Oh, we did not have enough hands,
 And if all of the goodness of God -
 We do not shine warm paradise
 No matter how much you mess
 It's just a vicious circle.

 That tomorrow will be - is unknown,
 Although it is not difficult to predict
 Oh, we have nothing to lose.
 What kind of life - such songs.
 But life is absurd and ridiculous,
 Next - silence
 Do not drive around and not run away.

 Yes, yes, yes, all told,
 Yes, yes, long ago,
 Yes, yes, yes, everything is connected
 The most ancient and tricky knot.

 Yes, yes, yes, everything's great
 Yes, yes, burn with fire,
 Yes, yes, we, too, gold,
 We glitters is not dead.

 Another blood, other injuries,
 Very different times,
 Other names.
 And, like a splinter in the ocean,
 We amuse storm
 And the night is shorter than the day
 The light would get us even from the bottom.

 Too boring to be immortal -
 Those same people day after day,
 Those clever answers
 The question "Why live?".

 Not all the cubs become wolves
 Not every swing bodes blow.
 There is a strange gift - to fly to the flame,
 To stay in it forever.

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       ---=== Devil SHOW ===--
           (Terentyev / Pushkin)

    (Track 9 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 You change the face like a dress
 You come into someone's body softly, as
 snake
 You ring squeeze me
 Making it clear which one of us in the life of excess.

 Your love is poisonous virus,
 It will destroy me, but in vain all the words
 Get burned like dry grass,
 Maybe it's sent to me again?

 Love can not be a quiet game
 Enough spark one
 Between us - a devilish heat.

 Whisper prayers in stone walls,
 Razor blade in thin veins,
 Happiness in the morning, the mountain in the evening,
 Everything is so strange and ever ...

 Let this be called love 6udet -
 The most ridiculous, most of the earth,
 Let it 6udet devilish heat,
 Heat, burn everything.

 I like this war
 Between light and shadow, unclean and holy
 You like - we all repeat
 From dusk till dawn.

 I'll be with you till the end,
 Cursing, pale with fear and love,
 Do you want more fire
 But you'll be a pinch of ashes.

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            ---=== SUNSET ===--
            (Kipelov / Pushkin)

    (Track 8 from the album "The Generator of Evil")

 I see the sunset melt glass windows,
 Live the day and night to leave the shadows of dreams
 in the corners.
 I did not bring back the gray bird of sorrow,
 All in the past, are rapidly receding locks
 clouds.

 There are all alive, who loved me
 Where the sunrise - as an endless feast
 life,
 There are no accounts of rivers and seas,
 But for him not to swim home.

 Again bring together all the darkness, even diamonds, and
 ash
 A friend is an enemy in the end, as a result ...
 Two of the sun on my this and last year
 light
 Them together is shielding the bitter-sweet
 smoke.

 Take me with you, the purple river
 Take me away with you, the sunset.
 Tosca that was torn by
 edge,
 The cries of gray bird flocks.

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