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. 

*

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.

Dark country

I have travelled a dusty way

Through the canyons, for long day

They say I have no soul left

Just a mind of killer and theft

They tried to pull a gun on me

I shot them and began my flee

Shotgun on my back, with ball in the pipe

Steady hand and scythe ready to ripe

I stood in the lines, like all the others

Being slaughtered and no one bothers

Rebels they called us, 

It ain't ya much

They hang fifteen men in that day at the gallow

And you tell me, I have only a ballot?

The more I ride, the more Devil says

I have your soul and can't please

You stole a horse and shot a man

Now they shall do whatever they can

To hang you high, hang you tight

There's no jail and no might

That could save you from gun-for-hire

Your life is strait and dire

On a morning, September 1870

When I was older than plenty

A young man, as myself would

Shot me in the chest, 'cause he could

He stole my horse, for his own flee

And there's no one to see.

(*inspired by dark country)

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. 

---

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.

XV

Last days of Summer
Like warm wind flow past
Roses are dead already

Blue is the Spanish sky
Vast like hope of people

Roses are dead
Blood black on the ground
Only songs remain
Echoing from mountain pass

And only wind will remain.

козацький дом

Oh, so shall ride
Young men to war
So shall they ride
To make world more

Blood or thought
Scythe or sword?
Can man forge
His own destiny
Or bound to land be
Forever with shackles?
Can peasant turn
To man-at-arms
And schythe to be forged
As szabla in hands?

When blood boils
And heart calls
For brothers-in-arms
Ride, my boy
Ride before time
Puts its weight on you
Shackles unbreakable
And surrounds you
With black ground

Sable or seax?
Blood or thought
Scythe or sword?
Golden domes on rising sun
And glowing red on crosses
When sun sets down
On banks of Don
And mountains of far
And sea sweeter than those are
Where old blood faintly flows
And wall high as sky beholds

There, my boy
There is destiny
Anvil of time
And hammer of your mind
Gold bends for steel
And steel for will ever to be
Go,
My boy.

Life

Through my life
I've known
Under these fairytales and lies
There's just cold ground
It shall not care about your dreams
Just cold ground
It shall not care about your love
Just cold ground
And although I've drown myself
Into beauties of dreams
There, there's just cold ground

We remember more the dead than the living
Although there's nothing after this
Yeah, it totally is the off-switch
We argue for the perfect paradise
Although there's nothing after this

We think we're something higher
Than the body, pale and thin
But there's just cold ground
There's nothing after this
Your body starts to die
Right after birth
Nature wants to collect
What once came from it
We were nothing
We're nothing
We'll be nothing
Nothing more than mortal men
Just above cold ground

And there's nothing after this.

Coup de etat

Remember me, my little blackbird
Remember me, when I'm gone
Remember me, my little blackbird
When they've done

Remember me
When meadows grow green
Remember me, my little blackbird
When graves are fresh for the killed

Remember me, my little blackbird
Remember me, when I'm gone
Remember me, my little blackbird
When they've done
When they've done...

---
Mist over the meadows
Ravens on the battlefield
There are only shadows
Killers are unleashed
Black raven reigns
In his golden castle
And our hope
is buried like seeds
with the fallen deeds
---
Forward, my brothers!
We've duty to gather
Those plagues of land
And to bury them to sand
We shall lead the way
For all and mighty day
For the greater country
Let the old wives cry
We burn seedlings
To build from the ashes
Let blood wash their pride!
Glow of copper mine
shall give us fine
the dime in need.

Spring

Sun rays
They are here
Playing with the swallows

The lake is free
The fjord shakes its shoulders
The mighty river is ready

They come
You're always welcome
I hail you!
You white birds of lakes
Bring the wisdom from far-away lands
Bring the peace and life
You bearers of the light

Time runs with Vuoksi
Like a fjord of eternity
We are just shrews of existence
Glimpse in the eye of universe

I bow to rowan
May you remember me
When my bones glow white
Shall you tell them
We are here only to borrow

King of the forest
You all-mighty bruin
You know when it all began
Shall Tapio grant you your power
You earliest of man

Land of lakes and swamps
Land of ice and fire
Granite will commemorate
Our trip here on Earth.

Bismarck

Traum vom Ingenieur
Aus Stahl und Hoffnung gebaut
Der schwere Boxer
Gotts Wille erfüllt

Ihre Kanonen spalten Meere
Junges mit unendlicher Fröhlichkeit
Ja, wir sind Kriegsmarine
Und jetz ist es unsere Zeit!

Mit Blut und Stahl
Realpolitik zu bilden
Macht über alles zu werfen
Wie Nahme sich hellseht

Weg ist nur so lang
Meer ist nur so breit
Sie auf ihre Deckel sangen
Blick vor ihrer Zeit

Den alten Mann schickt sie nach Boden
Die alten Vögel werden sie reiben
Aus Holz und Stoff reiten
Die Teufel mit

Nach Boden sind
Wege der Junges
Sie sind Kriegsmarine
Und jetzt ist es ihre Zeit.

Swallows

Like always things will go
They don't care and hencely bow
Here I am lone
Poor and bare to bone

Oh how I miss
You here where my grave is
Long way to make a kiss
But I promise you
But I promise you...

Like always things will go
Young men have to go
With little brain and too much heart
To play the game and lose by a card

Oh how I miss
You here where my grave is
I hope you have happiness
And therefore forgiveness

Like always things will go
The proud will never bow
My heart got its share
My eyes were there just to stare
How bullet ripped through my heart
And my soul went all apart

Oh how I miss
You here where my grave is
Where swallows play their game
And the fields wide wave like tide
Oh how I miss...
Oh how I miss...
...you.

Eastlanders

Wind bends the flag
Now only a terrific rag
We stand still, snow hits hard
It covers every man's beard
We stand and wait
For Gustavus Adolphus!

They came one day
Came and took us away
"For King and country 
Shall ya'll fight and die!"
Staff they spared not 
To tie us like a knot
Knee to knee to ride
None gone on this road
Will board the boat
To North

Others march for pay
We for duty or else sway
Bright are their colours
Elegant in their manners
We are fighters
On shaggy horses
And birchbark baldricks

"Cut 'em down!", mercenaries yell 
"Hugga in, mina söner" king prays
"Hakkaa päälle, perkele!" we cry 

No one will go home 
Parents shall not see their son 
Rest we will in foreign land
And our deeds in song be sang. 

Not for me

Not for me comes glory
Not for me masses will spin
There is girl's heart full
Of admire - not for me

Not for me old men will bow
In the golden rooms of power
There singer launches ode 
She will sing not for me

Not for me dashing headlines
Flying private jets
There is a supermodel with black eyebrows
She glances not for me

Not for me comes call for feast
At the room all the cheerful will gather
Dear wine shall pour upon the lips
The feast day is not for me

Not for me money blooms
Wordly mammon will fade
Pick a coin and it will vanish
Such a life is not for me

For me there is piece of solitude
Which will lead into my dreams
And joyful tears will flow
Such a life, my friend, is waiting for me.

(Along the lines of Russian folk song "Не для меня")

https://youtu.be/5d1HWklOlN8

Boots on the ground

Hey, loved ones!
I'm going again!
Barracks await me,
long days boots on the ground
We're from everywhere and nowhere
They want to break us,
the system and the enemy
Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry

Hey, loved ones!
Don't forget me here
your boy with boots on the ground
Send me something
A letter or chocolate
to your boy with boots on the ground
They want to break us
me and my mates
But finally, we are out of here!

Your boy with boots on the ground.

(Inspired by прости, ушёл (Malish) and time as a conscript)

One hundred days

Forced upon fall of Paris
To live away, abroad, discraced
Caesar of new time
Every mortal too lame to tame
Him who's born to rule

One hundred days
Of glory and power
One hundred days
Of bloodshed and chaos
One hundred days
Of rebels and holiness

Finally, in the fields of Belgia
They face foe of the past
There stands a man
Too kind for war
Hannibal of England

One hundred days
Of hope and claim
One hundred days
Of tyranny and craziness
One hundred days
Are now over
Over
Over
Over...

Hebel

Hebel drehen wir
Hinauf, hinab
Hebel der Machine
Traum des Ingenieurs
Wo man Bücher brennt,
Wird man auch Menschen brennen
Wo man Autos baut,
Kann man auch Menschen behandeln
Heil die Zukunft!
Deine dunkelheit ist unser Glück
Unser Treue der Geschichte heißt Ehre.

Galloping fire riddle

Rising tales of a man
With a tail
Travelling with a woman
Whose eyes see through abyss
Their horses gallop
Along open fields
Like stormy winds of kingdom gone
They sing songs no one can understand

Rise a wolf head
Rise the sun from the east
Of the way of beast
Iron will shall bend
Gold to its will
Steel shall conquer the world
Eight million soldiers
Cry in their minds
To start the wars
Sowing the seeds of rebirth
In lullaby of fire

Morning burns
Morning howls
At the gates of the past
At the gates of death comrades.

Shadow in Eyes

Anywhere I go
I've the shadow
Every time I look at the mirror
It's there
In my eyes

Go away
With your high hopes
I aint for them
Why should I aim for general's stars
For the crown of emperors
For rich man's dreams
When I've enough struggle with myself?

Forget your hopes on me
Like I've done
Leave me alone
Like I'm used to be

One day I'm ready to drink the cup
To the bottom
For the last time.