You alone

Однажды на Марсе я видел зарю,
В которой раскрылись все тайны Вселенной,
И свет странных звезд украшал пустоту,
В объятиях солнца безмерного.

Nix Olimpica!
It's my high rock!
Oxigen blast eruption!
Extazy hazard shock!

Слетелись бесполые твари разлуки,
Судьба мне готовила новые дали.
В объятиях тайны, чужое дыхание
Легло на лицо близким знаком свидания.

Когда в небесах жуткий холод сквозил,
И вестник космических бурь мёртвым прибыл,
Явилась заря, красной пеной полна,
И...

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As...

The child of the Volga region,
White, like a butterfly in the pitch black night
And fragrant, like an incense in the dungeon,
You stand alone in all your royal might.
Born by the land of the disgraceful strangers,
So cold and wild, and by the Heavens cursed,
Within the glades and mountain ranges,
You dwell on the summit of the Universe.
Your life is sad, but hopefully,
You are a luminary for this World, truly.

June 14, 2012
Saratov

Hardcase
Fistful of brass
Double barrelled pistons and a tank full of gas
He's a heavyweight
Enforcer inside
Like a man in the chair he's gonna go for a ride

Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown

Against lightning
The wind from his sails
Takes on a man who's harder than a coffin nail
Priceless, the look on his face
If you look real close you can see the expiration date

Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown

Black Dahlia's in my head
Black...

There Is the Moon,
That's reflexing on February snow,
That is singing up high all alone,
I will come to You soon

There is the Moon,
That is shining on somebody's face,
That is watching humanity race,
Just reversing a noon

There is the night,
That is calling for Brightening Light,
That is waiting for heat of the Sun,
For God whims have been done

There is the Time,
That in Universe doesn't exist,
But on Earth it is hidden in mist,
Deep inside in the mind

There is the sky...

I've met a girl, and she had come from Georgia.
It always shines with sparkle of her eyes:
The stars of black, and white dove as a surgeon.
That wasn't ever going sometimes to die...

Not die - just go. It wouldn't feel the changes:
Being the Angels, they would extend it's image.
The Georgian girls had lived on Earth for ages,
But when you catch them, you just stop eternal time.

The Georgian Girl is Image that's collected:
The beauties west and angel coat is riding on.
However...

I stand alone in the darkness.
The winter of my life came so fast.
Memories go back to my childhood
To days I still recall.

Oh, how happy I was then.
There was no sorrow, there was no pain.
Walking through the greenfields
Sunshine in my eyes.

I'm still there, everywhere,
I'm the dust in the wind,
I'm the star in the northern sky.
I never stayed, anywhere,
I'm the wind in the trees.
Would you wait for me forever?

Я влюбленным был и был один,
Я бродил по миру в поисках ответа,
Никогда не знал,что полюблю -
Сам не понял как случилось это.
И всё, о чём теперь мечтаю я -
Быть с кем-то, кто Её напоминает


И я знаю что живу, когда во сне
Появляется образ знакомый.
Ну а то, что это всё - не наяву,
Я забыть постараюсь,
Ведь только во сне,
Только в мечтах я живу.


На Земле так много поводов любить,
Но душа любовью не могла согреться.
Никогда не знал, зачем мне жить,
Но Она освободила моё...

Forgive; forgive me, o my bonnie lass
For my unwritten messages and letters.
Years, like thunderclouds, pass,
A-freeing us from our fetters.
Forgive me your severest heartache,
My arrogance, which caused you to feel so;
Inside your mind there rages an earthquake,
Which can be subdued by sympathy alone.
The day will come, and we will be united
According to the will and by the pow’r of Him,
Who sent us forth into this world enlightened
From His Celestial Kingdom of Eden.
Eternity will...

Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.

Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.

О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.

Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.

Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.

Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.

Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...