TERELYA - Тамара Глоба
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Down the corridor of eclipses, then right around the bend—
Tamara Globa made a promise.
Tamara let me down.
No matter how much arrogance and folly you beat out of yourself,
No matter how many cards—or people—you cast aside,
There are retro waves, there’s Mercury retrograde,
And then there’s just a shitty day.
And the stars lie—after all, it’s easier for stars
At that kind of altitude.
It’s a favorable day for *not* meeting anyone—
Somewhere or other, God knows where.
Time to pack up the telescopes;
It’s nothing but chaos and commotion up there.
Tamara Globa failed to mention
That down here, it would always be this way.
The Moon has gone mad—
She looks down at us and cackles.
And every evening beneath her gaze,
It grows harder and harder to take another step forward.
The calendar, the weather forecast—
A "top shot" straight from Saturn.
Sure, I’ll believe it—
But first, I’ll check who the real idiot is.
Maybe things would be quieter for us on Mars?
Because day after day,
We’re left feeling beaten down and hushed—God knows where.
The solar systems are doors,
And hanging above each one is a question:
Why do I still put my faith in them—
Even after they’ve failed me a hundred times over?
As the days and years roll by,
The weight of this melancholy becomes immeasurable.
I could have chosen to believe in anything at all,
But I’ve had my fill of miracles.
I’m not seeing things—neither the Big Dipper nor the Little; forgive me—
Where the stargazer saw everything as "normal,"
I was simply counting the days.
Who’s where? Pluto in Ophiuchus?
I’m down here on the asphalt—solid ground.
Oh, why do you keep gazing at the stars?
It’s too late.
Just leave me be.
As a token of gratitude to your "system,"
Go back the way you came.
Go obsess over natal charts with the people
Who actually have it good.
The Moon has gone mad—
She looks down at us and cackles.
And every evening beneath her gaze,
It grows harder and harder to take another step forward.
The calendar, the weather forecast—
A "top shot" straight from Saturn.
Sure, I’ll believe it—
But first, I’ll check who the real idiot is.
Maybe things would be quieter for us on Mars?
Because day after day,
We’re left feeling beaten down and hushed—God knows where.
The solar systems are doors,
And hanging above each one is a question...
I... I wanted so terribly to believe
A hundred times it didn't come true
A hundred times it didn't come true
A hundred times it didn't come true
It grows ever more terrifying to move forward
A hundred times it didn't come true