Arkona - Yav (Явь) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Reality

Reality, I see your shadow before me.
Feeling your breath, on the other side,
On the edge of the empty grave, you're calling for yourself.
And, stepping through the grave, I'll touch you,
Gnawing fingers to the blood, cleaning from the gray earth,
Asking your shadow about time, what is death.
 
Reality, tortured by people, covered with gloom,
The living legend of the dying days,
Keeping a veil of poison,
Laying by shadow on the graves from the stench,
Builds temples of centuries from a heap of bones.
 
Wounded trail, stepping in the darkness -
We're the dead souls of the planet
In a living attire.
The light shrouded in gloomy, that is in me,
In a chopped bowl, drink sweet honey
Madly desiring,
Lying in a bed of sleep.
 
Empty eyes
Sees, disappears, the world.
 
Reality is rolling!
Reality is rolling!
 
Peg - into the ravine!
Сlod - in the dark!
 
We run, we fly a thorny path
To the crossroads of the ages!
Through pain, bypassing crosses on the road,
We, on the verge of life and dreams!
 
The ray is not the track!
The dead can't be saved!
At dawn of the day
The sun will kill me.
 
People melts faces -
They prostrate.
We are a generation
Of liberation!
 
Run, tortured by fate,
But caressing by hands of winds!
Run, entangled by the path from the stars,
A forgotten child of the gods!
 
I'll go out and bow the sun!
I can't, but I live.
It hurts, it hurts, but I laugh,
After drinking poison - I'll not die!
Cut reality by blade -
Scarlet water flows.
By blood drop of fresh wounds
I will outline the epochs.
 
Reality! You are immortal in your reflection,
Fallen prostrate, rising again!
Wander in the enjoyment
By pace on your veins,
Blasting blood like a blade!
 
I look at the world, looking with a grin -
People, standing on lash,
Eating greedily our souls from the bodies,
Death smiles ginning jaws!
 
I'll go out and bow the sun!
I can't, but I live.
Too painful, but I laugh -
After drinking poison - I will not die,
Touching reality by vision,
Which like a thawed water.
Going through dope,
Reality moan of fresh wounds!
 
All this is reality!
 
All this is Yav!
Without resignation, trembling from the cry of supplication
For the calm of the suppressed the hubris,
And laying hand on the heart,
Falling by face to the ground,
Sighing heavily, but we
Stay here!
 
Reality is rolling!
Reality is rolling!
 
Peg - into the ravine!
Сlod - in the dark!
 
Tibor from QS-FB


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