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«Vanished Without a Trace»
 Download a fragment of «Vanished Without a Trace» in MP3 format.
The door shut, he went out and vanished,
Disappeared forever, neither address nor shadow;
Maybe he just discovered something
About the meaning of roads and the beauty of lilacs.
You who have vanished without a trace, tell me how to discover
How to be true, how to escape the trap;
One wrong move that melted in the tracks
Of the all-consuming gristmill of the centuries
I notice, I see you're everywhere;
You lie sadly like the snow along the alleys,
In the wet leaves, in a trampled nest;
On spent cartridges and ruined plans.
You who have vanished without a trace,
Somewhere I caught your eyes, your smile, your walk.
Disappearing, you shouted something to me
Of cruel love, and for a drink of vodka.
You who have vanished without a trace,
I'll name the road you.
You who have vanished without a trace have mixed up the whole world:
To the sense of it all you added a spoonful of man
Without nakedness, without documents and apartments,
Propelled from time only for a second,
You who have vanished without a trace, you know about everything
How to go beyond the boundaries of conventions;
You weren't resurrected with Him, but are eternal with and in Him
You obliterated formulas and numbers.
You who have vanished without a trace,
I'll name the road you.
Exhausted, life becomes dearer;
It licks its wounds after the fight.
And you, in the starry, starry night,
Give me mysterious signs,
You who have vanished without a trace,
I believe - I know you are alive -
Millions of you wander among us;
Look at the graves with their numbers,
Look at your road - a circle drawn straight.
You who have vanished without a trace,
I'll name the road you.
Download a fragment of «The Sky Over the Lake» in MP3 format.
The sky over the lake encircles and serves the rays of the setting sun
My head on your breast, I did not seek love for long - but understanding, and light
Time bids farewell, umber and gas explode into green life
Death flies away and explodes, that's what remains of us and the Indian summer
Your hands remain here to hold the voices and smells of the world
I remember, how you embraced the flight of the blue field with your eyes
Everything, that was here, has become two - me and the empty apartment
Faithfulness tramples the snow outside my window, they wanted me to play new roles
Everything, that is shouted, must be silent - it keeps one from knowing, how you're breathing.
The universe in a teacup of water on the table, evaporating, became sadness.
You can never extend this role to me - whatever kind of music you are listening to
Pauses - dreams, but silence all around - that's all, that I can offer you.
Download a fragment of «The Understanding Heart» in MP3 format.
The understanding heart wanders along collapsed roads
Barely audible, between us, the masticated cities
Seeking for something and finding it
Seeking for something and finding it
It buries that, which howls, with the language of the wind
The understanding heart carries bread in slender pockets
In the snow-covered field, it seeks the ashes of its dear one
Understanding heart, I have perished in distant countries
Grant me a mug of the sky, and a string of my native clouds
Understanding heart, I've forgotten the way to the sea
I've only learned how to fall and fight perfectly
I'm tired of wandering in the wilderness, of dying in empty holiness
On the cold cracks of the streets I will reveal you as myself.
The understanding heart is always ready to help us
It explodes and is resurrected if anyone gives it breath
Near a beaten hustler, near a dying patient
It comforts those who see, it consoles those who hear
The understanding heart strengthens those who love
Those who believe, it quickly calls to the road
The understanding heart both forgives and judges us
And, crucified on the Moika, it warms us up a little.
Download a fragment of «Adam and Eve» in MP3 format.
The night was cold and white
The day was so diaphanous
I wasn't very bold
The city wasn't quite dark
Bars guarded the windows
You, like the spring, were somewhat confused
Bidding farewell to something strange
Tossed out everything that had withered
Got rid of everything that used to be
Tenderness tore down the walls
Time floated in the shadows
And became a throbbing vein
Fingers - blind upon skin
I hear your breath
Your lips, the touch of your words
I feel them guardedly.
When the rivers wandered through the sky
And grass grew on the sun
No one knew about humanity
And eternity was right
When spring walked to the left
And the winds brushed the flowers' eyes
Adam and Eve were naked
Then you were with me.
A kiss became eternity
Where you, angels, and you gods are
Contemplation is the feeling of the road
The distance is humanity
You invited me to the dance
Disappearing, faces were flying
I - am a stupid sacrificial lamb
You - a worn-out titmouse.
Like people foresee their happiness
Shattered in the glass of the distance,
We came to know all of love's extremes,
But we didn't know that it would be so.
Afterwards we smoked in the window
We thought - all is in vain
We remembered, what a boring life we lived
In the morning you're so beautiful
The morning is in your palms.
I drink this living water.
Download a fragment of «Contrarevolution» in MP3 format.
Contrarevolution, after it drove over us, brought us to the hospital—the womb grew.
Rock and roll is erased; I've learned to play jazz, but I’m vomiting - my mouth is full of notes.
There is no old age, only weariness, there's nothing left from the barricades.
Stingy colleagues, love on the slide, bottles of beer on rock-batteries.
Countrarevolution asks the question, how to attach my pump to you.
The eternal stupidity is rustling with chocolates, your farsightedness, my nearsightedness.
The justice of food and eternal thirst, how to leave this water twice and still be dry
To live according to the Bible but believing in "if", exhuming great songs while drunk
And only, and only, the autumn rain in the window.
Oh how much, you know, how much without you is given to me.
And a lot of things here are digested into aspic, clever thoughts are more reliable than great ideas
Contrarevolution is not for all people, but for everyone, as by the people
And the best feelings don't stay with us for a long time, scraped to purgatory, while combing through the wreckage.
And, as it's always been, the jackals come after the dead lions, scraping their bones.
The northern wind tears at our shadows - Che Gevara, Voltaire, Harry Potter, and Lenin.
Contrarevolution is kind and humane, but very foggy and unstable
There is, in democracy, something unpleasant to touch with one’s hand
Perestroika croaks in reclaimed kitchens, waiting for this stability to collapse
And only, and only, the autumn rain in the window.
Oh how much, you know, how much without you is given to me.
Our Titanic has drowned in shampoo and vodka while partying on the t-shirts in cheap ads.
Pop fans wear fashionable Russian shirts, pierced with the blood of perished Nirvana.
This era's become foolish, stuck with the hiccups, I’m also bourgeois - I have a refrigerator,
15 guitars, autumn, night, and an alarm clock, but I can’t sleep, the notes climb from my mouth.
Fools call us the conscience of rock, the cynics see through this cunning PR,
And I don’t want to be dead before my time, the talent in my throat is tearing my ligaments
Everything's come full circle, rock and roll is like you and me were.
But contrarevolution is always with you, it lays on the bed like a third leg
A sexual leg, a virtual leg. Ah, well...
And only, and only, the autumn rain in the window.
Oh how much, you know, how much without you is given to me.
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