Gypper Triper - Метаморфоз
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Amidst empty, darkened rooms,
The flesh begins to reek of damp;
We’ll remind the living and the dead
Of what we managed to achieve in life.

For little by little, with every turn,
Everything here is torn to shreds;
And to drown out this anxiety
Is possible only against all odds.

Do not squander everything in vain—
Everything here comes at a price;
We endure the pain, then pine in sorrow,
For the truth is forbidden to us.

And if, perchance, your world goes dark,
Know that there remains one final chance:
To rectify every error,
By destroying the decadence.

We languish here, a huddled crowd,
Packed tight inside a cigarette pack;
We’ll all be smoked, one after another,
In a ceaseless chain of metamorphoses.

We’ll all meet up in the heavens, friends—
As gray smoke in the blackest gloom;
For duplicates of us exist down here—
Come visit us in the damp earth.

I’ll depart, and the light will fade—
We are all just a pack of cigarettes.

When the shadows vanish
In the depths of these shop windows,
Adrenaline surges forth,
Unleashing a ravenous hunger for life.

Like a racetrack within my heart,
Streams of plasma race headlong—
Circulating along the track,
Defying the body’s own limits.

I staked everything on the number nine,
And lost the eighth life—
The life of that fearless cat
That has long resided within me.

I placed all my bets on the table,
And handed over the keys to my heart;
Up there in the heavens, in some hidden nook,
Lend me a little spare change.

My dark blood will melt away like snow;
My body will gasp its final breath;
I perish, struck down by a fusillade—
The barrage of your sharp, deceitful words.
Like a guiding star,
My soul takes flight;
I’ve crossed the solid line once more—
But God will shelter me up there.

We are all just a pack of cigarettes...