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Seven Hills
Plague And Fear Swarm Like Flies,
Maidens Weave Like Bustles In Hair,
Spirits, Exhausted Sway In The Gust,
No Longer Able To Hold Against The Eyes Of Trouble.
Not Long They Waited For The Tempest To Arrive,
And The Peal Of The Bell Shattered,
The Candle Burnt Out At The Seven Hills,
And Ashes Veiled A Dream.
Incense Arose From A Thurible In Church,
But Failed To Cover Their Tracks From God,
People Came To Bid Farewell To Icons,
That Were Taken To Auction The Next Morning.
Why Aren't You, Prince Gabriel, Travelling In Haste?
Did You Neglect Your Bread? Are Swords Blunt?
Seemingly, There Is No Union Between Angels And Demons,
There Is Not Enough Grief For Them, No Matter If We Cry Or Laugh.
Juno Passed By And Scattered The Darkness,
Instead Of Wisdom She Gave To Us Ill Rumour.
Shandong Spoilage Drowns Our Heads,
Surrogate And Plastic Are All We See.
We Pray Not To Perish In The Attire Of These Dreams,
Let Us See At Least The Shadows Of Your Work,
The Libran Shoulders Ached For A Long Time,
The Ibis Flew But Couldn't Reach Us.
Indeed, Our Fate Blazes In Tongues Of Flame,
Truly, Our Ardour Thaws Not Even The Snow,
Your Almanac Hides The Barefoot Mystery
In The Silvered Mane Of The Steppe Horse.
The Black Friar Seats In The Amarnath Cave,
He Speaks Word To The Seven Sages.
The Virgin Lotus Remains Amongst The Seven Hills.
Find And Return It To The Wan Hearts.
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MAN X / ЧЕЛОВЕК ИКС
03:36
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Man X
Early In A Morning,
Or Late At Night,
Man X Goes Somewhere,
He Needs To Find A New Encounter,
He Must Satisfy His Whim.
Barren City, Narrow Streets, Long Shadows,
The Walls Stretch Up To The Sky,
Virtual Happiness Cannot Be Replaced,
This Is His Solitude.
No Matter If He Falls,
Another Chance Will Come,
If He Fails Again,
The Machine Will Help Him Out.
He Was Reckless,
He Was Insane.
Awake One Night?
A Sound?
A Word?
What Is This?
Where Am I? He Asks.
Narrow, Long Shadows,
The Walls Stretch Up To The Sky,
This City Is Wrapped In Blackout,
The War Will Soon Begin.
Streets Of Empty Signs,
Avoiding Conversation,
His Monitor Is Again Longing
For The Virtual Touch Of Man X.
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March / Март
06:12
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March
Again.
Again, The Iron Wheels Roll Along The Rail.
The Train Rushes Through The Ebb Of Dreams.
Passengers Fall Silent
And Stare Enthralled By The Wretched And Drunken March
Lingering On The Earth.
We Pass Deserted Stations.
There Is Seldom Chance To Pick Up Anyone Else,
So No Escape From Further Loss.
Outside The Window The March Wails Its Winter Blues.
The Grey-Haired Hostess Serves Cold Tea.
She Says – Don’t Bother Me;
This Is Not Nice Nor, Is It Nice.
Cheer Up And Gamble Your Life With Your Fellows.
Outside The Window The Malicious March Recklessly Reigns On.
Bare Trees Flicker Like Images On The Screen.
Nature Struggles To Survive.
Trees Rumour That Nothing Will Change.
There Is No Right Wing Or Left Wing.
All I Can Hear Is The Cursing.
Outside The Window The March Rails Against The Heavens.
Another Day Comes.
The Passengers Awaken And Seek Help.
It Is Freezing And Damp Here And Tea Is Served Cold.
The Travellers Are Accustomed To A Higher Service
And A Higher Carat.
Outside The Window The Hateful March Howls With The Wolves.
We Haven't Stepped Off This Train For Over A Century.
Someone Could Spin A Yarn About This Journey.
All I See Are Bruised Passions And Trite.
Enough Of This Doomed March.
Enough.
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Coma / Кома
04:02
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Coma
Another Blizzard Is Outside.
The Ground Is Snowy White This Midnight.
No Matter April Has Arrived.
What Matters Is Our Spring Is Never Here.
The Wind Drives Icy Haze Slantways.
Your Traces Are Invisible.
I See An Old Caretaker.
He Has No Clue Why There Is So Much Water.
More Cyclones Will Arrive,
Bleach Empty Streets And Our Rooms.
I Don't Blame You.
The Doors Are Sloped
And Coma Looms And Offers Your Sick Dreams.
Light Dreams Are In The Past.
The Horizon Line Is Closer And Needed.
Some Traits Of Unknown Shadows Move In Shiver.
Worldly News Is Tiring.
It Brings Not Joy But Trouble.
The Old Caretaker Doesn't Know
Why ‘Stolichnaya’ Water Is On Demand.
More Cyclones Will Arrive,
Bleach Empty Streets And Our Rooms.
I Don't Blame You.
The Doors Are Sloped
And Coma Looms And Offers Your Sick Dreams.
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Your Love / Твоей Любви
04:12
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Your Love
I Once Met A Woman On A Train,
In The Silence Of Dusk,
She Was Tired Of Waiting For
Another Showdown,
Forgetful Of Joy And Grief.
Anon, Wordlessly She Sought
A Rueful New Pursuit,
In The Hustle Of Passing Stations,
Abruptly She Turned To Me And Whispered,
It Is So Dark And Candles Deliquesce Sadly.
I Found My Home,
I Left All Trumpery Behind,
Outside, The Guardian Of Homeless Souls
And The Fierce Blizzards
Perceptibly Rejoiced In His Victory.
I Reminisce About That Evening,
Moving Away From My Youth
To My Lady Traveller,
When Fear Fleetly Bolted My Shoulders,
The Memory Of Meeting My Own Malady.
My Century Would Have Passed,
Veiling Itself In Dreary Rooms,
But Someone Pierced My Heart,
She Had Unearthed Me.
It Is Dark In Our Chamber.
By Whose Hands Will We Be Crowned?
I Close My Eyes And Suddenly It Dawned On Me
That She Is My Lady Death.
And I'm Again In The Hands Of Your Love.
And I'm Again In The Eyes Of Your Love.
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Mio Moi / Мио Мой
05:31
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Mio Moi
This Train Is Going So Slow,
Like An Irregular And Silent Flow,
Above The Wings Of The Broken Mill,
Below The Wells And Their Will.
No One Could Guess How Many Hours
These Clouds Will Chase The Meadow Flowers,
Calling The Sun, Calling The Rain,
Rising In Blossom And Fading Away.
Chorus:
Did You Know This Is Fun,
Did You Know That Is Fun
To Be In Your Cage,
So Vast And Far From The Rage.
Did You Know This Is Love,
Did You Know That Is Love
Comes From The Sun, Comes From The Moon,
Never So Late And Never So Soon.
It Is Still, But The Wind Starts To Blow,
Saying Goodbye And Saying Hello,
Rambling Alone Along The Rail,
All Our Dreams Are His Measureless Trail.
This Whisper Shapes The Motion Time,
The Olden Language, Magic Rhyme,
Touching The Lips, Making The Sound,
Sweeping The Leaves And Leaving The Ground.
Chorus.
Mio Moi,
Mio Moi,
Take Me There,
Give Me Your Hand.
Mio Moi,
Mio Moi,
Lead Me There,
Show Me The Veiled Land.
This Train That Will Also Swing
Inside Or Even Between
The Rusty Wings Of The Broken Mill,
And Yielding Wells Of The Fallen Will.
It Rolls Again Beyond The Hours,
And Strolls Amongst The Meadow Flowers,
Calling The Sun, Calling The Rain,
Rising In Blossom Again And Again.
Chorus.
Mio Moi, Mio Moi,
Mio Moi, Mio Moi,
Mio Moi, Mio Moi,
Mio Moi, Mio Moi.
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Hologram / Голограмма
04:02
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Hologram
Hologram, Hologram -
I Look Again At The Screen,
I See The Abyss, I See The Light,
Three Questions Against One Answer.
Hologram, Hologram -
My Frantic Shrine,
Either Snow Storms,
Or Quick Sands.
Hologram, Hologram -
Green Wound Is In My Heart,
Men And Women's Thoughts
Bleed On My Lips.
Hologram, Hologram -
Your Freedom Can't Get Rid Of This Junk,
Two Shoulders, Half Of Your Limb,
Night Is In Your Eyes,
Canines In Your Mouth.
Hologram, Hologram -
Shame Has No Fear Anymore,
Petty Thieves Lurk
At Every Corner.
Hologram, Hologram -
Spam Always Seeks Targets,
He Wags His Tail
In Clouds And Under A Tree.
Hologram, Hologram -
Unfulfilled Charm,
Instead Of Melody Some Paltry Move
Against All Seven Notes.
Hologram, Hologram -
The Place Of Constant Drama,
Someone Cries, Someone Lies,
People Are Amused.
Hologram, Hologram -
Among Valleys And Mountains,
Old Sage Kazakh
Blows Out Perishable Dust.
Hologram, Hologram -
A Dream Like A Bullet,
Suddenly Knocks You Down,
Never To Awake Again.
Hologram, Hologram -
Devil Creeps Into The Temple,
Hides By The Door,
Seduces To Gamble.
Hologram, Hologram -
Comes In Here, Comes Out There,
The Striped Crocodile
Swallows Down The Hologram.
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Avenues Of The Current Day
Nobody Believed In The Miracle
By Sinking Into Worldly Duties.
It Was Hot, Joyless And Crowded
On Avenues Of The Current Day.
Like Displeased Cripes And
Throngs Of Desperate Looks,
Fragments Of Unrestrained Thoughts
Flew Around And Pierced Temples.
Before Twilight People Secured
Their Places In Many Corners
To Fight For Profit.
The Ravenous News Awaited
What To Swallow Or Expel
By Filling Their Greedy Jaws
Again With Oxygen.
Endless Bridges Were Raised
And Let Columns Of Life Pass Through.
There Were Fleets Of New Life
Or Funeral Feasts.
When The Chaos Ceased Away,
A Wall Overshadowed This Land.
Tranquillity Suddenly Came For A Moment
On Avenues Of The Current Day.
Hopes Clouded Over Windows.
There Was Much Heat Inside.
They Danced Nakedly.
They Wanted To Show Their Bare Bodies.
Forgetting Darned Happiness,
Their Voices Wouldn't Stop.
They Were Part Of The Pink Breed
Eyes Shining With Horror.
Later A Wind Swept Away These Leaves
And Took Away All Conceit.
Suddenly It Became Strangely Clean
On Avenues Of The Current Day.
Leaving Forever Their Cross
And Departing From These Beloved Scenes,
Semi-Savage Souls Trudged Along
The Battered Land.
They Stumbled Awkwardly Over The Grass,
Drowned In Pools, And Shivered From Dreams.
At The Decline Of The Age Of Arms
And At The Rise Of The Age Of Nothing
The Last Emotion Screamed In Embraces Of Fire.
Then Everything Appeared Ever So Empty
On Avenues Of The Current Day.
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Geometry Of Our Flats
The Geometry Of Our Flats
Is Measured By The Number Of Walls,
Window Frames,
The Heights Of Ceilings.
Depending On The Strength
Of The Lock On Our Doors,
It All Can Change.
The Geometry Of Our Flats Is Belted
With Photo Albums From The Past,
Favourite Sounds,
Colours And Cyclones Of Other Petty Things.
The Geometry Of Our Flats Ingenuously Invites
Friends And Foes.
There Is Food, Wine, Fallacious Repartee.
The Room Constricts As The Air Tightens.
Impossible To Tell Who Is Who.
The Geometry Of Our Flats Is Our Trust.
Day-By-Day
It Fills Us With New Habits.
We Are Locked To The Screen
As We Wash And Iron Our Consciousness.
We Obsess About Who We Are And Who Others Are.
The Geometry Of Our Flats
Is Our Protection From The Tangle Of Bad News,
Distorted Faces, Unshaved Streets,
The Neglect Of Unpredictable Tomorrows.
The Geometry Of Our Flats Is Mathematical.
We Are Arrested By Our Necessities.
We Monitor Our Treasury Of Carpets,
Apparel,
Dishes,
Crystal Windows,
Emerald Lamps,
Panther-Like Pets.
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By The River / У Реки
04:22
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By the River
Amongst Meadows And Faceless Deserts,
On Silt-Covered Rocks,
Under The Insomnia Of Blurred Mysteries,
Through The Breath Of Crystal Veins,
Near Summits Where Autumn Dwells,
Above The Rest Of Fishermen,
Beside The Fire Where Pilgrims Ask For Night Lodging,
One River Flows.
Time Roves Through That Perception,
Sometimes A Lull, Sometimes A Blizzard,
A Firebird Sings, Fish Splash,
There Are Two Banks On Either Side Of The River.
A Wolverine Wanders On One Side,
Tells Stories To The Northern Moss,
The Other Side Has Enoch Eucalyptus,
Who Keeps An Eye On Southern Snakes.
It Happened Once That Our Paths Met Along These Waters,
Trees Whispered And Revealed To Us,
Where To Wade Out Of The Deep.
All Visitors Get Three Beads Of Advice,
A Wise Tale Is Received.
A Handful Of Those Delights From The River's Depth
Was Offered To Us As Well.
When A Flying Merlin Revealed The Olden Mystery,
You Suddenly Put Out All Of Your Candles,
By Lighting Only Your Own Path.
Never Staying By Misfortune,
Grudging No Farewell Words,
You Always Wanted To Remain Amongst Oblivious Dreams.
But Once An Evening Fell,
Surrounded By The Acquainted Wings.
They Blew The Candles Out,
That Helplessly You Cherished.
Since Then Nobody Could Reach Your Vast Scale,
The Loneliness Mops And Mows,
Invites Only Fear Into Your Home.
But When The Moon Light Comes,
And Fishermen Appear In Your Dreams,
With Them You Try To Cast Your Nets Together
In To The Magic River.
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This House Of Six Floors
On The Eve Of The 21st Century I Read ‘Kanjur’ And Realised That I Was Born As A Man.
Since Then Amongst Days And Nights My Soul Has No Rest.
Every Man Lives His Own Life In The House Of Six Floors.
This World Comes Always With A New Face.
I Am Like A Thought Somewhere Between.
Sometimes I Appear As A Blind Sage.
Sometimes I Resemble An Ignoramus.
My Astral Is Often Veiled Within Running Passions.
This Depends On Where I Am In The House Of Six Floors.
Those Who Live Below Are Cold And Bleak. This Is A Kingdom Of Animals.
There Is Also A Free Barrack Full Of Detritus And Sweat.
The Bed Of Dark Guardians Who Watch Over The Gates Of Hell Is At The Bottom.
It Is My Fortune To Pledge My Time A Little Higher In The House Of Six Floors.
Above My Room I Can See The Envy Of Gods.
Their Grand Sweeps Bring Only Feelings Of Guilt And Fear.
But Once You Pierce That Thick Seam,
You Enter My Favoured Place, The Attic.
Only There Amongst Two Mirages I Wonder What Is Above
The House Of Six Floors.
Once I Have Had Enough Of Those Creatures.
I Left My Palace For Boundless Lands.
On The Road I Was Frightened.
I Saw The Doors I Knew Well.
I Realized
I Had Never Left The House Of Six Floors.
Since Then I Have Been Effusively Drinking Young Wine And Taking Daily Bread.
When The Next Morn Comes,
Wrapped In The Same Negligee I Come Closer To My Window And Look Again
At What Lies Farther Than The House Of Six Floors.
By Denoting My Life
I Remembered To Make The Window Frames Wider And Destroy Their Shutters.
Being Still So Faraway From Primordial Rain,
I Try More Often To Look Beyond The House Of Six Floors.
I Don’t Want To Waste My Precious Time With The Same
Confusions That Always Rise From My Tribe.
I Don’t Want To Fall Again Into The Abyss Of The Dark Guardians.
Our Purpose In Life Is To Leave
This House Of Six Floors.
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Sasha Ilyukevich & The Highly Skilled Migrants London, UK
London-based Belarusian troubadour Sasha Ilyukevich and his British band ‘The Highly Skilled Migrants’ create an incomparable brew of post punk electric energy and topical lyricism. Ilyukevich sings in Russian, his vocals swoop from soft whispered melodies to raucous screams, defying language barriers to deliver songs that are uplifting, intelligent, macabre, romantic and melancholic. ... more
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