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2012 - Превозмогая Вавилон
05 - Раб / Slave
• Раб
Нет движенья без кнута,
Нет спасенья без креста,
За пряником судьба
Твоя волочится!
Плеть – подпора, плеть – забор,
Сам хозяин себе вор!
Самозванца сгубит трон
Его высочества!
Видишь солнце – ищешь тень,
Ночью плачешь: «Где же день?».
Встать с колен бы, но зачем?..
И так всегда.
Жажду солью заглушить,
Огонь соломой затушить,
Самому судьбу вершить —
Одна беда!
Избегайте!
Почитайте!
Избегайте искусства,
Ту боль породившего,
Что костью застывшей
В горле сидит!
Почитайте забвение,
Ваш путь – отрешение,
Болото спокойствия,
Зима седин!
Презирайте!
Обожайте!
Презирайте путь воина,
Над, под землёю ль он,
Гнушаясь судьбою,
Своей жизнью он жил!
Обожайте трагедии,
Что астмой раздуты
В скуки минуты,
В отсутствие сил!
• Slave
No movement without a knout
No salvation without a cross
Your fate is drawn
To recompense
A whip is a support, a whip is a fence
The master is the theif
Impostor will fall by the hand
of his highness
You see the sun – you seek a shade
You cry at night wishing it were day
You could get up from your knees, but there’s no need..
As thus have always been
Satisfying thirst with salt
Putting out a fire with straw
Being a master of your fate —
It’s all the same
Shun!
Revere!
Shun the art
That has created that pain
Which is the bone
Stuck in your throat
Revere oblivion
Your way – repudiation
A slough of calm
Grey-haired winter
Despise!
Adore!
Despise the warrior’s way
Be it above or under ground
For he disdained his fate
And lived his own life
Adore tragedies
Inflated with asthma
When boredom takes over
When strength is gone
2012 - Превозмогая Вавилон
05 - Раб / Slave
• Раб
Нет движенья без кнута,
Нет спасенья без креста,
За пряником судьба
Твоя волочится!
Плеть – подпора, плеть – забор,
Сам хозяин себе вор!
Самозванца сгубит трон
Его высочества!
Видишь солнце – ищешь тень,
Ночью плачешь: «Где же день?».
Встать с колен бы, но зачем?..
И так всегда.
Жажду солью заглушить,
Огонь соломой затушить,
Самому судьбу вершить —
Одна беда!
Избегайте!
Почитайте!
Избегайте искусства,
Ту боль породившего,
Что костью застывшей
В горле сидит!
Почитайте забвение,
Ваш путь – отрешение,
Болото спокойствия,
Зима седин!
Презирайте!
Обожайте!
Презирайте путь воина,
Над, под землёю ль он,
Гнушаясь судьбою,
Своей жизнью он жил!
Обожайте трагедии,
Что астмой раздуты
В скуки минуты,
В отсутствие сил!
• Slave
No movement without a knout
No salvation without a cross
Your fate is drawn
To recompense
A whip is a support, a whip is a fence
The master is the theif
Impostor will fall by the hand
of his highness
You see the sun – you seek a shade
You cry at night wishing it were day
You could get up from your knees, but there’s no need..
As thus have always been
Satisfying thirst with salt
Putting out a fire with straw
Being a master of your fate —
It’s all the same
Shun!
Revere!
Shun the art
That has created that pain
Which is the bone
Stuck in your throat
Revere oblivion
Your way – repudiation
A slough of calm
Grey-haired winter
Despise!
Adore!
Despise the warrior’s way
Be it above or under ground
For he disdained his fate
And lived his own life
Adore tragedies
Inflated with asthma
When boredom takes over
When strength is gone
Lyucomachov
2012 - overcoming Babylon
05 - slave / slave
• Slave
There is no movement without a whip
There is no salvation without a cross
Behind the gingerbread is fate
Yours are dragging!
Watch - support, whip - fence,
The owner himself is a thief!
The impostor will destroy the throne
His Highness!
You see the sun - you look for a shadow
You cry at night: "Where is the day?"
To get up from the knees, but why? ..
Always like this.
I am thirsty with salt to drown out
Fill the fire with straw,
To make fate itself -
One trouble!
Avoid!
Read!
Avoid art
That pain of the generated
That the bone is frozen
Sitting in the throat!
Read oblivion
Your path is a renunciation
Calm swamp
Winter gray hair!
Despise!
Adore!
Despise the warrior path
Above, underground he is,
Demanded by fate
He lived his life!
Adore the tragedies
That asthma is inflated
Boredom minutes
In the absence of strength!
• SLAVE
No movement without a knout
No Salvation Without a Cross
YOUR FATE IS DRAWN
To recopense
A Whip Is a Support, A Whip Is a Fense
The Master Is the Theif
Impostor Will Fall by the Hand
of his highness
You see the sun - you Seek a Shade
You Cry at Night Wishing it Were Day
You COULD GET UP FROM Your KNEES, BUT THEERYTSHO NEED ..
As Thus Havy Always Been
Satispying Thirst with Salt
Putting Out a Fire with Straw
Being A Master of Your Fate -
It’s all the same
Shun!
Revere!
Shun The Art
That Has Creed that Pain
Which is the bone
Stuck in your Throat
Revere oblivion
Your way - repudiation
A Slown of Calm
Grey-Haired Winter
Despise!
Adore!
Despise The Warrior’s Way
Be it ABOVE Or Under Ground
For he disdained his fate
And Live His Own Life
Adore Tragedies
Inflated with Asthma
Wen boredom takes over
Wen strength is gone
2012 - overcoming Babylon
05 - slave / slave
• Slave
There is no movement without a whip
There is no salvation without a cross
Behind the gingerbread is fate
Yours are dragging!
Watch - support, whip - fence,
The owner himself is a thief!
The impostor will destroy the throne
His Highness!
You see the sun - you look for a shadow
You cry at night: "Where is the day?"
To get up from the knees, but why? ..
Always like this.
I am thirsty with salt to drown out
Fill the fire with straw,
To make fate itself -
One trouble!
Avoid!
Read!
Avoid art
That pain of the generated
That the bone is frozen
Sitting in the throat!
Read oblivion
Your path is a renunciation
Calm swamp
Winter gray hair!
Despise!
Adore!
Despise the warrior path
Above, underground he is,
Demanded by fate
He lived his life!
Adore the tragedies
That asthma is inflated
Boredom minutes
In the absence of strength!
• SLAVE
No movement without a knout
No Salvation Without a Cross
YOUR FATE IS DRAWN
To recopense
A Whip Is a Support, A Whip Is a Fense
The Master Is the Theif
Impostor Will Fall by the Hand
of his highness
You see the sun - you Seek a Shade
You Cry at Night Wishing it Were Day
You COULD GET UP FROM Your KNEES, BUT THEERYTSHO NEED ..
As Thus Havy Always Been
Satispying Thirst with Salt
Putting Out a Fire with Straw
Being A Master of Your Fate -
It’s all the same
Shun!
Revere!
Shun The Art
That Has Creed that Pain
Which is the bone
Stuck in your Throat
Revere oblivion
Your way - repudiation
A Slown of Calm
Grey-Haired Winter
Despise!
Adore!
Despise The Warrior’s Way
Be it ABOVE Or Under Ground
For he disdained his fate
And Live His Own Life
Adore Tragedies
Inflated with Asthma
Wen boredom takes over
Wen strength is gone
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