1. PAIN WILL COME SAY GOODBYE TO YOU

Kogda bol' pridet prostitsya s toboy,
Istyazayushchey sudrogoy v istomlennykh ob"yatiyakh,
Ty budesh' krichat',
Vmeste s ottrakhannoy,
Na bryukhe rasplastannoy, vskrytoy dushoy!

Bol' Pridet Poproshchat'sya s Toboy!

Bol' Pridet Poproshchat'sya s Toboy!

Kogda bol' pridet prostitsya s toboy,
V letargicheskiy son, s pognutym rzhavym nozhom,
Vnutri kazhdaya kletka izdast posledniy svoy vopl'!
V kholodnyy svet
Bol' pridet poproshchat'sya s toboy..!


2. ROTTING HEART

Rodom iz dyry v karmane,
Gde lyudi bukvy,
"ya" - oshibka.
Psov beshenykh kormlyu s ladoni,-
Ustoychivaya polimorfiya form shizofrenii.

Moye gniyushcheye serdtse oblivayetsya tlenom,
Beskonechnoye nebo skupo szhato do bloshinykh razmerov...

Gospod'-Bog umirayet ot goloda very...

Mysli-otbrosy,telo pomoyka,
Mne pizdets vnutri,mne pizdets izvne...
Khozhu v trukhlyavykh obnoskakh, chto istlevayut i rvutsya pryamo na mne!!!

Moye gniyushcheye serdtse oblivayetsya tlenom,
Beskonechnoye nebo skupo szhato do bloshinnykh razmerov...

Moye gniyushcheye serdtse oblivayetsya tlenom,
Gospod'-Bog umirayet ot goloda very...


3. GIBBET OF MONTFAUCON

Vybroshennyye deti iz okon neboskrebov,
Smertnaya kazn' bezdomnykh,
Raskalennyy skvoznyak,
Rzhavchina khleshchet iz pasti.
Ne tyani ruki k svetu,
Eto perevornutyy mir s krasnym nebom,
V utopicheskikh detskikh snakh,
Pod vekami pryachetsya strakh!

Sobrav posledniye sily,
Idu posledney dorogoy.
S nozhom mezhdu kryl'yev
V raskroshennykh robrakh,
S motivatsiyey skoreye podokhnut'.
Na bereg drozhi vospominaniy,
Puteshestviye na mys komnaty.
Gasnut mechty so svetom iz okon,
Doma prevrashchayutsya v odin betonnyy monfokon.


4. I HIDE YOU AWAY IN MY SCARS

YA zashivayu tebya po chastyam v svoi shramy!
Pod transtsendentnym nebom,
Tysyacheletney radugoy slez.
Vnov' razgryzaya fibru na vekovYkh ranakh,
Eksgumiruyu, chtob perepryatat' vospalennuyu bol'..!

YA pryachu tebya v svoikh shramakh!

YA zashivayu tebya po chastyam v svoi shramy!
I zabivayu gvozdi v tvoi sledy...
Sobrav po obryvkam snov, po chastyam..
Tak pytayus', izbavitsya ot pamyati.

YA zashivayu tebya v svoi shramy!
YA zashivayu tebya v svoi shramy!

MNE BOL'NO! MNE POKHUY! MNE STRASHNO..!
YA zashivayu tebya v svoi shramy
YA pryachu tebya v svoikh shramakh!
Puskaya korni v nichto,
YA obrechen....!

YA pryachu tebya v svoikh shramakh!


5. GOOD NIGHT, EVIL MORNING

Spokoynoy nochi zloye utro,
Koshmarnyy son - ushedshiy den',
Posle polunochi temnym perlamutrom (plavno i strashno),
YA - ten' na potolke.

Mysli provalilis' v stenu i ikh gryzut krysy,
Pikovyy tuz - yakor' iz bezformennykh komnat,
Lichnosti otdelyayu sloy za sloyem,
Odin iz menya pravit vo mne durdomom.

Golod sil'neye miazm padali,
Idi za mechtoy,no menya ne zovi.
Pauki vyluplyayutsya iz oznoba,
Radugi ukhmylyayutsya iz petli.

I mysli stadom sleduyut na boynyu,
Giblyye mechty, pustyye mysleformy.
I presnyy kolokol'nyy zvon,
Na bezobraznykh likakh Bol',
I stressa sputannyy klubok,
I zaduvayet solntse Bog..!


6. SOLES ON THE THROAT

Moi skomkannyye tysyachi pisem,
Komom zastryali v gorle,
V gnilykh klyuvakh, chernyye ptitsy,
Pryachut svintsovoye gore.

Cherstvyy kokon zapolnennyy bol'yu,-
Moi skomkannyye tysyachi pisem.
V chernykh, vpalykh, pustykh glaznitsakh,
Na p'yanykh, vostrykh resnitsakh,
More zhukhlykh, vyanushchikh list'yev,
V moknushchem peregnoye.

Skorb' stoit na glotke podoshvami,
Sverbit vse vokrug zadushit',
A za oknom okhrovoye proshloye...
Komu nakhuy nuzhny eti lyudi?
Zaberite s soboy vashu zhizn'!

Skorb' stoit na glotke podoshvami,
Zhazhdet, (krepko) sheyu pozhat' "prezhnemu mne".
100 nemoshchnykh shlyukh otrazhayutsya v rakovine...
A za oknom cherno-beloye proshloye,
V nem, ya khochu umeret'...


7. DEREAL

Guby siniye,
Seroye nebo,
Lokti glodayu,
Na razbitykh kolenyakh.
Svintsovaya tyazhest' v izmotannom tele,
Slovno ono khochet pod zemlyu.

Vselenskim chuvstvom viny,
Zapolneny veny.
Agoniziruyushchiy kholod,
Na spikulakh nervov.
Vremya pobleklo, vremya istlelo!
Moye serdtse gniyet,
V nem proshlo vse bessledno.

Sozhzhennyye spirtom svyazki,
Obozhzhennyye fil'trom pal'tsy,
Pod prokurennym solntsem,
Vygorayet svecha s dvukh storon.
YA zdes' pokhoronen!!!

Pod prokurennym solntsem,
V etom gorode staret' prinyato v detstve,
Plastilinovyy mir - dereal,
Lepi vse, chto khochesh', vse - pustota.

Pod prokurennym solntsem,
Smert' dushit menya vylezaya iz sna,
Etot gorod-naryv pod solntsem usopshikh,
Dno, potolok,pustota...

Pod prokurennym solntsem,
Muchitel'nyy mayatnik v serdtse.
Khudsheye, chto yest' na zemle,
V moyey golove !
V moyey golove - dereal..!


8. MOURNING DAYLIGHT

Bezmolvno taynyye stenaniya,
Pechal' uvyadayet,
Ostayutsya stradaniya,
Buystvo vytsvetshikh krasok,
V potekakh morshchinistykh masel.
Ozhivshiye sny,
Obzhigayushchiy kholod...
Ptitsy poyut ot boli...

Mysli tryasutsya pod vesom nadezhdy,
Kazhdoye utro menya vse men'she i men'she...
Ot kazhdogo mgnoveniya,yeshche bol'neye..

Chertovo solntse, bud' moyey tuchey,
Chernoye solntse dlya menya luchshe !!!