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Liniya Mannerheima - Де твоя лінія? (De tvoya liniya?) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Where is your line?

Our heresy is based upon faith.
They begin clearing rooms on live television1
The first pogroms, burnt ferries.
A line of defense is formed.
 
All, that remains with you –
a torn space for love and war.
The sky becomes a leaden net.2
The Cold War begins anew.
 
The heat burns balconies and terraces.
Demons take the exit of the night highway.
They set fire to your elementary school,
so place a crucifix on the dance floor.
 
The demon grew up among friends in the slaughterhouse,
the demon's movements – trained and slow,
the demon's heart – bloody and hot.
The demon sobs and calls to you:
 
Where is your Mannerheim line?3
Where is your Mannerheim line?
Trophy uniforms4, monthly rates.
The first truck is filled with scouts.
 
Line of excommunication, line of pain,
The line, which will always weigh on you.
Heavenly Palestine, inner Libya.
Where's your line, hey, where's your line?
 
The world continues, where you stand.
The world touches the deepest of silences.
The world rises from light and darkness.
Real history is made by children.
 
Air consists of light and water.
Beyond there is no place to retreat.
In the air hide forty voices.
Time broke down, stopped, and settled.
 
Time is exhausted and won't move,
a sunken battleship halts its course.
Where is your fate-line5, where?
Who should you say hello to now?
 
Loyalty consists of broken hearts.
The demon plays on an army trumpet.
The moon rises – cold, like the dead.
Shines on you, sings to you.
 
From the sky comes July heat.
Where is your heavenly line,
memory line, isolation line,
line, where waves turn to ice?
 
Where is your Mannerheim line?
Where is your Mannerheim line?
Trophy backpack, monthly rate.
The infantry uniform is tearing at the seam.
 
Line of excommunication, line of pain,
Line, which follows you all your life.
Black, burned generation,
where's your line, hey, where's your line?
 
Where is your Mannerheim line?
Where is your Mannerheim line?
Trophy uniforms, monthly rates.
The first truck is filled with scouts.
 
Line of excommunication, line of pain,
The line, which will always weigh on you.
Heavenly Palestine, inner Libya.
Where's your line, hey, where's your line?
 
  • 1. 'an unofficial Russian military term for 'building (room-to-room) clearing operations' featuring armed patrols and house-to-house searches. The term is mostly associated with...operations in Chechnya. Several zachistka operations became notorious for their accused or confirmed human rights violations by Russian forces, including ethnic cleansing and pillaging, and the term zachistka is used in English exclusively to refer to these violations...'
  • 2. Original meant many words, leaden net made the most sense in context.
  • 3. A defensive fortification built by Finland to protect against the Soviets in the years before the Winter War. While the Line was not complete, Soviet propaganda blamed its supposed immense strength for stopping their advance, instead of acknowledging the superior tactics of the Finns.
  • 4. As in, a trophy of war.
  • 5. Such as what a palm reader would find.


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I’m just a memory—get used to it!
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Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
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No turning back—it’s all in vain.
 

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Heavenly clouds





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Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
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Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
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You have no homeland, know not of banishment.
 


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The solitary man of the night





The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
I have departed, solitary and dejected
Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
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The seal of silence upon my lips
 

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Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
 

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The seal of silence upon my lips
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