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Bespontoviy pie

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There is one thing in my pocket -
Bespontoviy pie
Each of us -
Is a bespontoviy pie
Each of us -
Is a bespontoviy pie
 
Every day i guard
I guard my bag
All of my life
I guard my bag
 
On the Oka and the Kuban
Twist all sorts of shit
Our folk likes
Some shit
 
Not windows, not doors
But ass is full of cucumbers
Our countru
Ass is full of cucumbers
Any country
Ass is full of cucumbers
 
There is one thing in my pocket -
Bespontoviy pie
Each of us -
Is a bespontoviy pie
 
Each of us -
Is a bespontoviy pie
 

There is no God

Unforgettable breath of thick czar
There is no God
Got has died
Gentle pink light of air innocence
Got has died
There is no God
In the air embrasures purity is clean forever
It is far to sin, and the kindness is lightweight at all
May the human song not end
There is no God
And to hell with him
 

Fucking don't care

Someone gets something, someone - nothing
Someone - dick over a shoulder
 
Fucking don't care
Fucking don't care
 

A House Full of Shit

AAAAAAaaaa
 
My job is not that tricky
I just want to please you.
Fingers, hair, tram
Worker's strike, main post office.
 
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
 
A Shop, badges made out of silk
Running Pseldonin* and Yolko**
You can call a Squirrel 'Ass',
Fingers, hair, tram.
 
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
A house full of shiiiIIIIIt!
 
AAAAANYA
AAAAANYA
AAAAANYA
 
AAAAAAAA
 
My job is not that tricky
I just want to please you.
Fingers, hair, tram
Worker's strike, main post office.
 
A house full of shit
A house full of shiiiIIIIIt
 
A house full of shit
A house full of shit
 

A long and happy life

No to commotions and celebrations
No to horizons and celebrations
No to inspirations and celebrations, no, no, no
No fish in the golden polynya
Omnipresence of petty intrigues
Evil twilight of an immortal day
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
Ruthless depths of wrinkles
Mariana trenches of eyes
Martian chronicles of us, us, us
Among the identical walls
In the faraway coffin-like houses
In the impenetrable icy silence
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
No to temptations and celebrations
No to crimes and celebrations
No to exceptions and celebrations, no, no, no
On the seven sharp drafts
Through the swamps, through the deserts and steppes
Through the snow piles, through dirt and through land
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
A long and happy life
Such a long and happy life
From now on a long and happy life
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
For every one of us
 

My Defence

Versions: #1
The plastic world has won this war. The mockup proved to be stronger.
The very last ship has cooled off. The very last lantern's got tired,
Lumps of my memories are stuck in my throat, oh.
 
Oh-woah, this is my defence. Comforting sun puddle cast by a glass eye. Oh-woah, this is my defence. Funeral ball of this ridiculous world. Funeral ball of a cheap worthless world.
 
The plastic world has won this war. The cardboard alarm shall rejoice. Who wants a slice of the blue July sky, oh.
 
Oh-woah, this is my defence. Comforting sun puddle cast by the blind world.
Oh-woah, this is my defence. Funeral eyeball of glass shines on this world. Funeral sun puddle of the absurd world.
 
The plastic world has won this war. The mockup proved to be stronger. The very last ship has cooled off. The very last lantern's got tired.
Lumps of my memories are stuck in my throat, oh.
 
Oh-woah, this is my defence. Funeral ball of an ignorant blind world.
Oh-woah, this is my defence. Comforting sun puddle cast by a glass eye.
 
This is my defence.
This is my defence.
This is my defence.
This is my defence.
 

We walk in silence

We walk in silence on the murdered spring,
on the crushed buildings, on the bald heads,
on the green ground, on the dark grass,
on the fallen bodies, on the great acts,
on the broken glasses, on the komsomol badges,
on the bloody words, on the hunger years.
We walk in silence on the murdered spring,
On the crucified in dream and forgotten completely.
 
Pile of letters, don't miss us.
Obituary, tacky tea.
 
We walk in silence on the murdered spring,
on the crushed buildings, on the bald heads,
on the green ground, on the dark grass,
on the fallen bodies, on the great acts,
 
We walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
 
We walk in silence,
we walk in silence.
 
We walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
we walk in silence on the murdered spring,
 

With the speed of the world

In the morning birds start sparkling
Like your dew
From damned god's eyes
It's yellow summer.
 
At night animals are blareing
In a working burrow
And pine echo
Is limping along the hills.
 
Through the fires, through the woods - on an obedient carpet
At the sunrise, in reality, and with the speed of the world
It's the right time.
 
Grass is spiking from the heels of earth
Like from the bucket
And no one can satisfy
Its sweet sea
 
Round trees, tight elephants
Blue dust
The bless of aching shoes
A poor affair.
 
Through the glasses, through the years - on a shaggy carpet
In silver, in the wind, and with the speed of the world
It's the right time.
 
No one said it would be easy -
At the sunset of life
One resonant moon
One excessive wall
However, outside the window -
 
It's yellow summer
Sweet sea
It's the right time
It's the right time
It's the right time
 

Insects

The icy glaze has trampled my laughs,
The machine gun has chewed up my laughs.
The insects are hoarding shame,
The insects are hoarding jealousy.
 
The pity squeaked between the teeth,
The meat cried under the knife.
The insects are squirming,
The insects are slithering.
 
Shit doesn't sink in fire and in blood.
Honest and respectable people everywhere.
Everyone was born a cop!
Everyone was born a cop!
 
The padded jackets heed lessons in courage,
The borscht is smirking like a crapper wide open.
An insect can endure everything —
Self-control is self-control.
 
A beautiful, brave new world,
A beautiful, brave new plague!
Apotheosis.
Apotheosis.
Apotheosis.
Apotheosis.
 
Meandering through the weeds,
They froze to death,
Meandering through the weeds,
They froze to death,
They froze to death,
Both of God's servants — they're you and I.
Both of God's servants — they're you and I.
That's how it was.
That's how it was.
That's how it was.
That's how it was.
 
For ever and ever,
For ever and ever,
In the name of the puppy
And the crumpled piece of paper
I invoke!
I invoke
The dry little river,
The dead little birdie,
The great gaping flame,
The charred grimy rock,
To deliver us from
The efforts of evil,
From the eyes of meat,
From the speeches of stone,
The museums of plenty,
And the boozy remarks,
From the proletarian masses
And all other life!
 
The icy glaze has trampled my laughs,
The machine gun has chewed up my laughs.
Insects, insects...
Insects, insects...
Insects.
 
World-class dope.
World-class dope.
World-class dope.
World-class dope.
 
Insects.
Insects.
 

You Can't Be Born a Soldier

There is not a barren sacred place.
[We] had a worthless corpse to fill a pit,
A red rag to wrap around a hearse,
A soulful song to mute all evils and all woes,
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 
There is not a sacred place without a foe.
Blindly, with a polished rifle stock,
Charge forth in a uniform without a hole,
With a dashing march to mute your grinding teeth,1
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 
There is not a sacred place that's nice and clean.
Stinking winds are flooding on the shores,
Rotten ash, absorbed by the soil,
And tobacco shorting out our drunken noses,
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 
There is not a sacred place devoid of sin.
Snatch a bite of a woman's scream - fucking great!
And a sip of honey brew to throw it up,
With a red flag to wipe away your heavy tears,
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 

• 1. or, more literally, 'the grinding of your teeth'

Of A Simpleton (full version)

Versions: #2
The simpleton wanders through the forest,
He searches for a stooge flightier than himself (x2)
 
Death roams the streets, carrying blinis upon a small dish
Whomever shall venture forth - shall come to pass
She touches him on the shoulder, and kisses him deeply
The pennies, they fly away from his chest.
 
The simpleton wanders through the forest,
He searches for a stooge flightier than himself (x2)
 
The gears, they are whirling inside my head
My head is drenched in an armour-piercing deluge
The mercury shot up, as my hand clenched into a fist, and drew back
Yes only the sign of The Cross on my chest, my last visage - a coin
 
This simpleton wanders through the forest,
Searching for a stooge flightier than myself (x2)
 
My dead mother came to me yesterday
At every little thing she shook her fist and called me a fool
A dusken mosquito plummeted into my flame
And it choked on the blood from my temple
 
This simpleton wanders through the world,
I am looking for a simpleton more witless than myself (x2)
 
Today I've bought a bunch of balloons
With them I'll fly over this wonderous land
I'll swallow up some fluff, and dive into the ground,
And to all questions, I will answer 'Ever Living'
 
This simpleton roams across the heavens
Scanning for a stooge more light-headed than myself (x2)
 
The good sun shone both night and day
There are no atheists in foxholes when under fire
The unseeing will make the grade, the petty will prevail
Could you have ever envisioned such a thing?
 
This simpleton wanders through the forest,
Searching for a stooge flightier than myself (x2)
 

Glory to the Psychonauts

Great trunks get overgrown with branches
Branches not to stay forever, (they) become twigs
Twigs get cut, and we take off like rockets
To the shining space inside (within)
 
So, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) solitary spaces
Of their (own) unprecedented depths
 
New trees pierce the summer
New nests the birds build on them
New alchemy, new nature
The new land of ours
 
Thus, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) boundless spaces
Of their (own) varicoloured depths
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
 
A habitual malady of not coming back
A panic craving for recovering from here
Furious angels with hungry eyes
Storming their (own) skies
 
Therefore, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) stray spaces
Of their (own) reckless depths
Of their (own) multi-starred spaces
Of their (own) varicoloured depths
 
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
 

The State

Rusty bunker is my freedom
Sweet gingerbread has dried up a long time
By boot of my people
The foreman slows down the shit
 
Hidden around the corner
Killed by a garbage can
Voluntarily gone to the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
 
I killed the state in myself
 
Wordless in the world of abuse
Visible in the world of empty sockets
Balancing on the verge
Between the parallel of thick eyelashes
 
Forgotten around the corner
Mute with a garbage can
Closed in the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
 
We killed the state
 
Rusty bunker is your freedom
The door is locked with a cross
A pit full of enemies of the people
I'll cover it with a dry foliage
 
Hidden around the corner
Killed by a garbage can
Voluntarily forgotten in the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
 
KILL THE STATE IN YOURSELF!
 
Kill it.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

What is the question - this is the answer. What is the pain -
This is the rainbow
This is the rainbow
May the Lord be crucified, may the light
May the cloud
May the apple
 
A dandelion melts in an unknown glade
And in a grinning heart is maturing
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
 
Moles hum, moles swim in wet ground
Warm and sunny
Easy and sunny
The star is blinking, the star is singing, the star is burning -
Crazy news
The blind swallow
 
A fern dries on a wounded palm
And in the torn pharynx ripens
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
 
On empty fields, on dry seas
By native mud, by spring living water
On the earth's wilderness, on the celestial lies
By intoxicated longing and strait bandages
On stove ash, on rotten foliage
By holy breads and grinning traps
On my footprints, on my tears
By my own fault and by my own free blood.
 
Only one track on the whole earth
Only one path for you on
YOUR WHITE LIGHT
ALL YOUR WHITE LIGHT.
 
Past the evil winds, golden rains
Poisonous dawns and poisoned streams
Past magnificent phrases, past unnecessary us
Clockwork animals and rubber girlfriends
By sweaty foreheads, past full mouths
By greedy eyes and open arms
Through the steppe weeds, through the steel mist -
By pouring fire on the bluish blue.
 
Only one track on the whole earth
Only one path for you on
YOUR WHITE LIGHT
ALL YOUR WHITE LIGHT.
 
No tarry wood, no medicinal herbs
No crooked mirrors, no right angles
No prickly roses, no thunderstorms
No dense dreams, no garbage pits
No offense, no obstacles
No hardship, no snot
No sins, no gods
No fate, no hope
 
Only one track on the whole earth
Only one path for you on
YOUR WHITE LIGHT
ALL YOUR WHITE LIGHT.
 
The soldier was tired, the soldier fell asleep, the soldier was cold -
Hot stone
Scarlet peg
To whom - a medal, to whom - a crutch, to whom - a bed
Wheels spinning
Wheels roll, roll, roll away
 
On an abandoned planet
The bell runs cold
And in the charred sky is ripening
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Kill

We're learning the things that make us want to die
We're examined by the raw ground
We're burrowing the current things
We think that everything could be better
Selective sanctities, secret ponds
Virtual deserts, mazes, and ceilings
We're sleeping deliriously and desperately
 
Switch to the black and white mode
Switch to the black and white mode
And kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill.
 
We're learning the things that make us want to die
The blue is watching us from above
We're raving in the present
We know that everything was greater yesterday
We're collecting the pieces and discerning the poems
We're roaming at the shelves, we're shutting down,
While we're sleeping enthusiasticly and vigorously
Switch to the black and white mode
Switch to the black and white mode
And kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill.
 
We're learning the things that make us want to die
The sun is watching my oblivion
I'm sleeping in the maple forest
I believe that everything should be bigger,
When I measure the depth of the voluntary tomb.
I suppress my grayness, I'm saving my strength
While I'm sleeping hopelessly and untimely
 
Switch to the black and white mode
Switch to the black and white mode
And kill,
Kill, kill,
Kill, kill.
 
I'm going to hate these obligatory dates
(These round- and square-number solemn anniversaries)
I'm going to hate these dates to death
(Kill, kill all of these solemn anniversaries)
Official
Prescribed and adorable
Nationally observable sugar-coated holidays
That are celebrated on the same days
At the same time
On the same day
At the same time
On the same day
 
Hate to the pride
Hate to the holiness
Hate to the fire at night
Hate to the savage purity
Where the delirious hearing is
(Where the delirious hearing is)
My flawlessness
(My flawlessness)
Fire-breathing voice
(Fire-breathing voice)
And guiding rage
(And guiding rage)
Kill.