Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny (translation)

When you stand by a hungry wall

When a noose shines in place of the sun

When you see night in your own eyes

When your hands are ready for peril

When birds are teething early in the spring

When a storm boils over the soul

When untruth croaks of betrayal

And brakes screech of love

When those, in whom you believed, have gone far away

And their movements cannot be perceived

And at a dank and ungodly hour some wretched scum

Engraves into your chest

The premonition of a civil war

When clouds are below the knees

When on the teeth are chunks of the tongue

When the nation votes for blood

When loneliness burns you down to a crisp

When the word "faith" feels like a knife

When books and bells melt

When suicide is the most honorable thing

When instead of rhythm there is only anxious trembling

And in a shining temple spirits of the saints

Are telling you that the church is not you

Why do you sing when instead of death

You have only obscene dreams?

The premonition of a civil war

When black wind tears at the sails

Light of projectors spits pain in the face

Revolution without victims is a worthless lie

Hear the bleating hearts of those who are fleas

When Nature bursts and boiling filth

Sets aflame the skies that are plummeting down

Anti-Utopia on a rusted horse

Will hide the graves, tired of waiting

When the word "music" is…

When the word "music" is…

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