Жизнь

Жизнь моя 

в твоих глазах

Ты думаешь 

Почему мы 

Вот гуляем 

А Я думаю 

А Я думаю 

Кто, что

Когда, где, почему 

Кто-то стреляет 

пуля с сердцем по мне

А Я думаю 

А Я думаю

Сегодня хороший день 

Умереть. 

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Choices, choices

Choices, choices

Hard 

Paths untravelled

Paradises inexperienced

Hells, infallible

If, if, if

Trinity of uncertainty

Satan torturing your soul

Every morning you look

Yourself through the mirror

Wondering: what if

What if that woman

What if that man

What if that work

What if that school

What if you travel on desert

And only your path is the safe one? 

You just get tired

For you want to go back

What if you walk towards gulley

And you don't notice? 

You want a certain defeat

Instead of a uncertain victory

You ape

Walker of savannah

Your brain comprehends fat

But not money

Understands fear

But not logic

Realizes hope

But not when to give up

Burn the bridges

So that you can force yourself

To go forward. 

Baudelaire (EN)

Impossibility of everything

Among the cosmic emptiness

Evil beauty

When it purrs inside 

Drunk

Off happiness, off love

Off booze, off drugs

Anyhow it pleases

As long as drunk

Far away

From brutalities of reality

Million wounded warriors scream

Strength of deep water

Graves of dark sea

Earth's drum beats

When universe slowly soughes

Coldness of logic

Its straigthness, absoluteness

Beside the mist of feelings

Weakness of flesh and blood

Fallibility of nerves

Nature's might 

Omnipotent greatness

Beside us, apes

To ground shall grumble

The marriage of stone and mortar

The power of steel

Rusts with the rain

Height of dreams

Separates them from the earth 

And from the all insulates

The coldness of gold

Steals the warmth

And freezes the one who hugs

Midst of slow time

Among the clock rate's vibrations

We are the shrews. 

Mond

Ich sehe 

Den Mond im nachtlichtem Luft an

Am Herbst ist er so kalt und wit

Ich habe einen Vater und eine Mutter

Nach ihnen

Habe ich niemand.

Rojava

Palaa vuoriston ilma

Laulavat urut tuhannet

Laulavat tyrannien äänellä

Hukkuvat vapauden taistelijat

Hiekkakuopan äärelle

Veri haipuu hiekkaan

Eikä mitään jää

Kuin aika ja kyyneleet. 

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Sky is burning up there high

Organs in their thousands blow

Singing the song of tyrants

Drowning the fighters of freedom

At the edge of sandpit

Blood fanishes into sand

Nothing will be left

But time and tears.

No Step Back

Every day
Step by step
I go forward
Restless while resting
Restless while moving
Unhappy at all

Sand of lifetime
Running low
Errors and mistakes
Happiness and successes
Running still
I know I'm gonna go
With nothing really done

I'm sick of fulfilling
Fantasies of others
Living someone else's victories
Fulfilling  narcissistic needs
Of my own roots
Deeds,
That never grow old

Morning is already there somewhere
Back no one can go
Forward!
Until legs cannot carry
Anymore.

Long, long days

Long, long days
From beginning of times
These days of insane

Some die
When first time high
Some die
When last time they say bye

My world is made of ice
Made of hatred
Seed by your world
I don't light a candle
At the grave of my feelings
Buried alive

Life and death,
Equal in weight in equation
Equal in my mind

Some rise
And some sink to bottom
Some are wetted logs
Balancing somewhere in between

Better rule in Hell
Than be slave in Heaven.