Yanka Dyagileva
Feet Higher Off the Ground
Awaited berries in the field, waited for the weather by the sea, woke up as mankind, woke up as loneliness, unseeded plowland, unfinished little tower, only a narrow little plank, only a little white bone, an untied ribbon, a premature little plank, tied it with white thread, wrapped it with fair hair and left it until the time comes together with the washed windows, together with the faded paints, together with the dried-up caresses, with cheap onion-patch grief, with noble poppy paradise, with cheap onion-patch grief it is very scary falling asleep.
It was, but got overgrown with rot,
Time all on its own,
Faithful water in the swamp,
Fasting like sin at dawn.
The broom dashed across the tussocks,
Mists drifted over the river,
The soap drowned in the mud,
The whole bath day fell apart.
So we're gonna play games,
One, two, feet higher off the ground,
Whoever made it is the one to die,
Whoever was left behind is a fool.
Tricked the little fool, tricked the little fool...
The most righteous law tied
The initial chapter into a knot,
And pulled the ends until they snapped,
Hack it through or don't hack it through — impossible to comprehend.
Pandemonium, pandemonium...
And the mocking prophecy
Is hereby certified,
Everything is checked, everything matches up,
Even the shitty fairy tale
Did its duty while listening
And they nodded their heads in time,
And blew smoke up to the ceiling,
Only the fairy tale is shitty,
And its ending is wrong.
Zmey Gorynych killed and ate everyone.
Tricked the little fool, tricked the little fool...
The airplane will take us away on a flight,
To kick a rubber sun in the dark...
Feet higher off the ground, feet higher off the ground...
Spring was titled with an axe,
The river settled down with December,
Morning — with a lone gunshot...
Awaited berries in the field,
Waited for the weather by the sea...
A Nickel on the Road
A nickel on the road,
Hands jerked upward,
Someone spat into the sand,
It rolled away clean.
Gathering for oneself,
So there'd be enough for all,
All roads tied in a knot,
All knots cut by an axe.
It'll pass like that,
The knot turned to dust for war,
Catching it in mid-flight,
I'll carry it to the porch.
I won't give it to anyone,
I'll bury it in the corner,
I'll place a pebble on top
Inside my shirt.
The carousel was shattered
Along the chain in an hour.
All news is fucked,
And spring has begun,
To grieve is not to burn,
To grieve is not to explode,
To kill is to bury,
To grieve is to forget.
Ran, suffocated,
Stumbled, fell,
Saw white snow
Through a concrete fence.
Miracles, like a wood-goblin
Wandered through the woods,
Drop everything from your hands
And throw yourself at the doors.
All the floors, all the corners
Were swept by tongues,
Didn't take off shoes at the entrance —
Came to spend the night.
Tumbled till morning
In hell and in delirium,
And by morning vanished
To the lousy devils.
Looks like a lie, like water off a duck's back
Blood will run down the cheek,
Can't drink it away, can't eat it away,
Can't glue the shards together,
No crosses, no hearts,
It's all a villain's suit,
To kill is to bury,
To grieve is to forget.
The primal thought
Pours down like rain,
Aches out the paths,
Look, they've parted.
In the dark, all into one,
All fits together,
Don't bother another face,
Everything suits the face.
Everything suits a scoundrel,
Like his own father,
Don't talk, Dad,
It'll all pass anyway,
In the daughters' turn
Everyone undress and lie down,
To kill is to bury,
To grieve is to forget.
Eyes darted
Along trunks, along rows,
Rolled with the face
Over stones, over tracks.
With a dimensionless hole
Covering the grass,
To forget for good,
To find out and fall asleep.
Only the sunlight
In the gaps of the springs,
A broken forest
At the breaches of doors.
Bending terror
In the bends of knees,
Bowing down to the graves
To wooden flowers.
Eyes darted
Along trunks, along tracks,
The face rolled
Over stones, over tracks...
Songs of the Band "GOROD"
(Zaporizhzhia)
CITY
I
I dissolve like salt in your salad,
I am like a black thread on your jacket,
If you become a stove, I'll be coal,
I am a titmouse in your cold hand.
The old monster locked it in a golden vise,
Creates a microclimate in its heart,
Making its prey languish with yearning,
Cutting off hopes with a striking sword.
CHORUS:
I am a base serf,
I am a pitiful slave
Of the city,
Devours my flesh,
Drinks my blood,
My city does,
Exhausting with heat,
Drenching with rain,
Drinks my blood,
Devours my flesh,
My city does.
II
I poison my thoughts with bitter weed,
I seek my faith in a dirty needle,
I take risks for a penny, abandoning peace,
Meanwhile remaining constantly at zero.
Like a hunted beast I sink in the snow,
My beaten skin burns like fire,
If my body screams I can't go on,
My senseless heart sets a new rhythm.
CHORUS:
I am a base serf,
I am a pitiful slave
Of the city,
Devours my flesh,
Drinks my blood,
My city does,
Exhausting with heat,
Drenching with rain,
Drinks my blood,
Devours my flesh,
My city does.
FREE ROCK
I
Brave men do not like rest,
Brave men rush into danger,
They set themselves a high dream,
They don't sell out for money like a dandy.
We found our place in a dirty basement,
They made us understand that we are trash and dirt,
They beat us, scolded us, trampled us, threw us away,
Only our dream we didn't let them steal.
CHORUS:
Let there be a fight,
If only there are enough strength and words,
Let them win,
It'll be another lesson for us,
Enough trembling,
Enough talk, enough words,
We know that it exists,
Free rock is alive.
II
Cleansing from dirt doesn't happen at once,
We were raised by schools and trade colleges,
We were taught to work and live by orders,
To answer questions under bright lights,
Those who were first to leave were strong men,
Bowing low to thankful fortune,
Rock 'n' roll needs fresh forces,
And the second echelon marches out into the fray.
CHORUS:
Let there be a fight,
If only there are enough strength and words,
Let them win,
It'll be another lesson for us,
Enough trembling,
Enough talk, enough words,
We know that it exists,
Free rock is alive.
THE FIRST
I
You composed a dream and took seriously
A twist of fate in the arrangement of the stars,
You always drew the wrong card from the deck.
You hated your home and even your city
For drowning you head-first
In a huge puddle of chores with a single toss.
CHORUS:
When you were completely forgotten
You fell to your knees before Christ
You felt surges of strength
And resurrected your dream,
Your dream.
You clenched your nerves into a fist
And you tensed your body
And in the struggle for this cause
You are ready to burn, to burn.
You understood it's better to be first
Yes, understood it's better to be first,
First even if you go to your death,
First even if you go to your death.
II
In your soul is fire, in your soul is a blaze
And the restless heart takes a hit
You are an emboldened mouse, you are a rearing horse
And you took a guitar and tore the silence apart
In a frenzy you tear the sixth string
The fire and squall of thoughts drove you wild
CHORUS:
When you were completely forgotten
You fell to your knees before Christ
You felt surges of strength
And resurrected your dream,
Your dream.
You clenched your nerves into a fist
And you tensed your body
And in the struggle for this cause
You are ready to burn, to burn.
You understood it's better to be first
Yes, understood it's better to be first,
First even if you go to your death,
First even if you go to your death.
ABNORMAL
I
I've long grown tired of the hustle and bustle,
Unneeded by anyone, incomprehensible.
The rain will wash the dirty asphalt
That I trod upon yesterday.
Once again painted dreams come,
Beautiful women's legs,
Clouds gracefully float across the sky,
I rhyme crazy lines automatically,
Wait, hold on, I shout, you abnormal one...
II
I managed to drink the bottle down to the bottom,
The remnants of bitter youth's days.
I see spring again,
Touching nothing with my hands, I wait for
Belated warmth,
Submissively sacrificing habit.
A learned cat sits at my feet,
Kind gentlemen put on appearances,
Look upon my sorrowful image,
Look and think — what an abnormal one...
CHORUS:
Yes, I, I am abnormal...
Yes, I, I am abnormal...
Yes, I, I am abnormal...
Yes, I, I am abnormal...
Yes, I, I am abnormal...
Democracy
I
Someone claims
That I am a moron,
Someone is looking for a way
To vex me,
I look more like a cigarette butt
Thrown into a trash can,
Silently burning out in ingots
Of old warmth.
I am ready for anything,
I understand everyone in the world,
Cats and wild dogs
I love and accept.
CHORUS:
Democracy inside of me,
My democracy.
Democracy inside of me,
My democracy.
II
I look at the world
Through the tube of a kaleidoscope,
I spend my time
In streams of hundreds of dimensions,
You can praise me
Or show me your ass,
I've long been used to
The nuances of rapid transformations.
Sweaty temples
And dancing till you drop,
Sweaty temples
And generous rewards.
CHORUS:
Democracy inside of me,
My democracy.
Democracy inside of me,
My democracy.
---===FAREWELL, NORFOLK!===---
(Dubinin / Kholstinin / Pushkina)
(Track 1 from the album "Blood for Blood")
Introduction.
On August 21, 1915, British General Hamilton sent the Norfolk Regiment as reinforcements to his troops on the front line. The regiment climbed high into the mountains, entered a huge cloud that had settled in a ravine, and... vanished. Not a single soldier emerged from the cloud!
In the sky, eagles clashed in battle,
Men lacked land for wars,
.......... summer scorched its sunrise,
The Germans dragged the dead into ditches,
The English threw themselves into fight like lions,
.......... the fifteenth year went on.
Farewell, Norfolk!
For the honor of the crown we shall die,
Farewell, Norfolk!
We'll hardly get into paradise,
A bayonet in the back, and a bullet in the heart — the jackal will sing the requiem,
The dead cannot be warmed by glory, whoever tries to warm them,
In the veins the blood of grim Britons pulses like current,
Death will be well-fed today,
May God protect you!
The regiment from Norfolk is lost in the mountains,
Prayers and curses freeze on their lips,
......... the horizon grew dark,
A strange cloud concealed the soldiers,
No ring of steel, no sound of commands,
....... heavy delirium, a terrifying dream.
Farewell, Norfolk!
For the honor of the crown we shall die,
Farewell, Norfolk!
We'll hardly get into paradise,
And a bright pillar of fire surged over the ravine,
And for a moment the night froze upon the wounds of the day,
Laughter of demons and screeching, a ball of black snakes,
All evil spirits turned into a cloud,
May God protect you!
In the wild gorge, darkness pulses,
Drawing a pagan sign with its breath,
.......... means the regiment is doomed.
A cloud slowly rose upward,
Flashed with the cry of angered stars,
......... the sky is clear again.
Farewell, Norfolk!
For the honor of the crown we shall die.
Farewell, Norfolk!
We will hardly make it to heaven.
Over Norfolk, that very midnight, crimson rain broke out,
How many walls flared up like torches from white lightning,
Black ash, black wind knocked everyone off their feet,
Everyone saw the death of Light...
May God keep you!
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO - DON'T BELIEVE ME
(Dubinin/Kholstinin/Pushkina)
(Track 4 from the album "Blood for Blood")
I didn't believe that I was dead,
I heard curses and weeping,
I saw how over the body,
Down there, an old doctor worked his spells.
I floated in a black void,
I was finding peace,
The light at the end of the tunnel
Like a magnet pulled my spirit to itself...
If you don't want to - don't believe me!
The light was brighter than a thousand suns,
I realized - it is God!
Not a soulless idol,
But a living, sparkling stream.
The light made me remember everyone
With whom I fought and sinned,
It made me remember
Every step of my rebelling soul...
If you don't want to - don't believe me!
I don't want that emptiness,
I don't want that purity,
I don't want that height,
I haven't walked the whole path!
I don't want that height,
I don't want that purity,
I don't want that emptiness.
No!
I called a friend, but no one
Heard my voice.
I dashed through the walls,
But no one rushed after me.
Down there, the asphalt burned
From stars knocked out of the sky.
I wanted the wind
To strike backhand and straight through.
If you don't want to - don't believe me!
BLOOD FOR BLOOD
(Dubinin/Kholstinin/Pushkina)
(Track 1 from the album "Blood for Blood")
The ancient city of Jerusalem weighs down upon you,
Pontius Pilate.
You are ready to bolt to Rome, to give up on everything,
Taking the soldiers with you.
You are tired of these faces,
Of this alien, insincere land.
A dull pain throbs in your temple,
The day of torment has come due.
Blood for blood!
In that is the will not of men, but of gods.
Death for death!
You must not grumble, but endure.
Here is your hell!
You know there is no turning back.
Drink your poison!
Drink, procurator Pontius Pilate!
Over Golgotha is the mourning of gloom, you sense disaster,
You are beside yourself.
Among soldiers angry from the heat, awaiting your decisions are
Two thieves and a saint.
He is mad, God sees,
Guilty only of being alone.
Yet you whisper the verdict:
The King of the Jews is crucified like a thief!
Into a silver dream
You would have gone with him
Along the road of eternal stars,
Above the expanse of stern mountains.
Before him you would have
Fallen to your knees,
Ashamed of neither words nor tears.
He who loved was the one who crucified...
You wanted to find peace at the bottom of lake waters,
Pontius Pilate.
You became your own judge, yet your death doesn't count
For the eternal Power of Evil.
The Devil remembers you,
On Passion Night he comes to the water,
Longing to wash the shame off you,
Yet all is in vain to this day.
FOLLOW ME!
(Kipelov/Pushkina)
(Track 8 from the album "Blood for Blood")
Down the road to Hell
The Black Rider races,
A pale face and a strange glint of frozen eyes.
He is a messenger of Evil,
The shadow of a deathbed bird,
As if through a gunsight he sees us...
He does not ask,
He burns and destroys,
Carries into the night
Our souls.
The Rider will serve upon the mountain
A black mass for you,
And an echo will thunder over the earth:
"Follow me!"
On the road to Hell
There is wind and motion,
Brakes won't save you, the trail of blood will wash away by morning.
The Black Rider races
In full array,
And completely empty is the road to Heaven...
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