New Revolution

Do you really hate the state?
Or do you have enough food on your plate?
Enough to not complain about your fate
To talk about what you drank and what you ate?
Do you really want them to decide?
Where to go, when to live, what to hide?
Fight for your rights, fight for yourself, fight in spite of your fright!

From now on we are all one nation
Last call of civilization
You are a part of the human evolution
Welcome to the new revolution

Welcome to the mind revolution

Do you really wanna blame yourself?
For being in the jail of words,
For being left on the shelf?
Do you really wanna feel ashamed?
Of not dealing in the right way
In the world of those who’re chasing fame?

Do you still hate the state
Or do you have enough food in your plate?
Do you want them to decide
Where to go, whom to fight?
Do you really wanna blame yourself
For being left on the shelf?
Do you really wanna feel ashamed
Of those who’re chasing fame?

Мир поехал

Он не знал, куда бежать, как быть, по ком звонить, с кем спать, о чем мечтать, вокзал, подъезды, поезда, аэропорт, бухло, тусовки, подтасовки, женское псевдотепло. Взлетел над облаками – синь до самого прозрения, что все мечты, терзания и угрызения – это постный, пошлый бред. В голове отключен свет. На том встал, разгладил мыслью, саможалость липла слизью, удушие давило – ревность тяжестью душила. Накрутил себе на ус, на уд, на ум с прибором положил, подытожил, полез вон из кожи, чтоб понять, кто растревожил его дух как луг не скошен.

А мир поехал. Где-то там, вдалеке звучит эхом шум грозы, шорох духа лесного. Ветер шепчет, он к ней едет снова.

Избавление подвисло, как не выпьет, во рту кисло. Чует, жизнь идет без смысла – надо разбежаться, втиснуть себя в море звуков, букв, горе-луковое, стуков, сука, размышлений адских, глупых и заметок путевых беззубых. Вся исчерпана палитра, он завис и с ним пол литра. Он раскис, залип, однако, медитирует бедняга. Вместо дум пудовых катит шарабан безумных свадеб. Пир кутит, толпа ликует, кружит, тусит, дует, дурит.

И мир поехал. Где-то там, вдалеке звучит эхом шум грозы, шелест духа лесного. Ветер шепчет, он к ней едет снова.

Москва, Лондон, Шанхай, Берлин – всё одно, и он один. Каждый город – наваждение, нагромождение из домов, улиц, машин, магазинов, фонарей и прохожих. Всё везде одно и то же. Те же жопы, те же рожи. Харю он свою скукожил – нам скучать нигде негоже. Так зарёкся и забылся. Сон приснился – явью сбылся, и она теперь исправно приглашает в гости фавна, фаворита грешных судеб. Как теперь господь рассудит? Свяжет руки, ссушит груди или голову закрутит песней Солвейг в стиле Грига, полотном Мунка полным крика? Было много бед и лихо, а теперь вдруг стало тихо.

Мир сорвался с катушек и поехал. Где-то там, вдалеке звучит эхом шум грозы, шорох духа лесного. Ветер шепчет, он к ней едет снова.

My friends

My dearest friends, I’m so glad that you’ve come to my place,
Please take a sit; let’s talk about some unimportant stuff and booze
You are the only guys I can complain to and I can tell the whole truth
You are my only friends and I have nothing to lose…

Alcohol and cigarettes are my friends
That’s all I’ve got in the end
And I have nothing to pretend
Alcohol and cigarettes’re my only friends.

I’m sitting here like psycho, like a pile of shit
Inhaling smoke and drinking beer and wine
I can imagine that you’re getting bored with me
But please stay longer, wait till I’ve expired…

Alcohol and cigarettes are my friends
That’s all I’ve got in the end
And I have nothing to pretend
Alcohol and cigarettes’re my only friends.
Alcohol and cigarettes are my friends
That’s all I’ve got in the end
And I have nothing to pretend
Alcohol and cigarettes’re my only friends.

Beasty girls

I’m like a star; I’m playing guitar
I’m looking up to the skies and I see the sparks
And the rest of the day is fading away
The moon is ripe for a startling game
Hey, come on, guys, just stay around me
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat

But the beasty girls’re making me sick
Yes, the beasty girls’re making me sick

I’m like a sheikh, I’m using the break
To go to the beach for libido sake
And the rest of the day is melting away
The sundown is glowing like a beefsteak

Hey, come on, guys, just stay around me
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat

But the beasty girls making me sick
Yes, the beasty girls making me sick

Belfast

All around the world some people fuck each other in the head
They don’t give a fuck if their opinion makes the other people sad.
Some of them believe in Jesus, the other pledge allegiance on the flag
All around the world some people fuck each other in the head.

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So instead of hugging each other, we misuse the power and hail the king,
Go and sing beloved Eyre. All together in one ring.
Some of them are green of nature. The other has some orange in the blood.
The reveries of the undivided nation has blown up like a petard.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So we go on the street in order to express our pain and rage.
And we want to speak of freedom, using bricks and baseball bates.
After a second of silence… Whack! The violence overrides the men.
You can read in their eyes: we will fight for the emblem.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Fist in a face is the first in your faith!

Belfast

All around the world some people fuck each other in the head
They don’t give a fuck if their opinion makes the other people sad.
Some of them believe in Jesus, the other pledge allegiance on the flag
All around the world some people fuck each other in the head.

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So instead of hugging each other, we misuse the power and hail the king,
Go and sing beloved Eyre. All together in one ring.
Some of them are green of nature. The other has some orange in the blood.
The reveries of the undivided nation has blown up like a petard.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So we go on the street in order to express our pain and rage.
And we want to speak of freedom, using bricks and baseball bates.
After a second of silence… Whack! The violence overrides the men.
You can read in their eyes: we will fight for the emblem.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Fist in a face is the first in your faith!

Fighter

Look at yourself!
Don’t you see the reason to not stop to fight
And going to and through?
Listen to your heart,
This is the rhythm to go forwards
To move in spite of rules
You feel like in the movie,
You kill, what you are living for?
You mosh, music is groovy,
So count: one, two, three, four

You wanna feel my microphone
You’re gonna feel like it’s getting better

Through all my life I don’t know why
I’m like a fighter
Through all my life I don’t know why
I’m one who don’t respect the laws

I’m fighter! Don’t you wanna ask me why?

If you so ambitious, so have the guts to admit it
If you so ambitious, why don’t you tell the truth?

Dæfa

Dæfa is a variety of noise. It’s a variety of voice
It’s a variety of passion that we bear inside our hearts
It’s a variety of pain. I feel it’s sort of fame
To create another planet out of sound, air and flame

Dæfa is a variety of things; you’ll get there everything,
If you have a bit of passion, just as much as a vibrating string.
It’s a variety of noise; I hope you feel the choice
I hope you feel, I hope you feel, I hope you feel like

We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun
We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun

Dæfa is a variety of waves, it’s a variety of breaks
It’s a variety of vibes that we spread all around this place
It’s variety of voice I hope you feel the choice
I hope you feel, I hope you feel, I hope you feel like

We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun
We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun

My Life

I know you and you know me
My life is very short
It’s like the ecstasy, that throws you overboard

When I look at the crowd and I see your face
I feel the life, the life is moving
When I look at the crowd and see your face
I feel the life, it throws me overboard.

You know me and I know you
My life feels so real,
It’s like the canoe,
That’s gliding down the river.

She loves him and he loves her,
Their love is so sincere,
It hurts when they’re apart.
It helps when love is killed.

When I look at the crowd and I see her face
I feel the life, the life is grooving,
When I look at the crowd and I see her face
I feel the life, it surfs somewhere along the stage.

Satisfaction

You heard that something’s going wrong
People in their gardens searching for the sense
Sense of their lives; lives full of frustration, gene manipulation
With nothing to rely on, with nowhere to escape.

You read that GREED PRODUCE OBSESSION
Overpopulation asking for the justice, asking for some food
Food ensures existence; networks cover distances
You’re a part of the global village with nothing to decide

You ask, what about me, what about us,
what about living in-betweens and failures

You feel something’s going wrong. You long for a satisfaction!

You think that nothing’s going to be right
Liars and lawyers fighting for your voice
Asking you to vote
They want to be elected, all the rest can be neglected
You have no one to rely on with nothing to believe…

You ask, what about me, what about us,
what about living in-betweens and failures
You feel something’s going wrong. You long for a satisfaction!