“Dreams of Nekton”
Lyrics translated into English by Alex Volperts and Eduard Bosnarev.
Prologue
(R.Korelsky)
Galaxies, songs, seas and senseless
gossip of parrots,
Bloody wars, animals, beasts and ever high mountains,
Shooting stars and old bones in the graves mournful,
Machines made of steel, sportsmen and other objects of subjects,
Writing down thoughts, death agony screams of the knees of the monks,
Tired legs of the soul searches go into rhythmic convulsion,
Nightmares of wild fools that passed on and whose thrilling books
Are casually swallowed by eyes of the health-suffered dumbness of primates,
Idols, dreams of happiness, absurd postures of actors,
Lead bullets in foreheads, commotion in the tempo of foxtrot,
Illusion of life, the dream of Nekton that finally has become true and real,
Planets live, everything rots and is born again… rotten!
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Dreams of Nekton
(R.Korelsky)
Caressing beam
Like a falling autumn leaf
Slipped in my hand
And humbly whispered
A bizarre dream, the echo of many dreams
Cast on us by Nekton
On the edge of times
In the soil for minds
Ashes of dead gods
Buried by Nekton
A thin beam of light melted out
A chain of the words on a gravestone
"The one who’s entrapped
In the dreams of the wildest dream
Is happy but blind"
There, pursuing the whim of the protospheres,
In the midst of the graveyard with thousands passed on messiahs
At will of Nekton Dionysus was singing
The songs of free elements – praising the new lords!
The body of Sun was raised above the pale world
By Demon of Spring that’s at hand
He covered the night of the planet born by its own seas
With a sky of cold-flashing stars
The day was giving him smiles
To wash away traces of dream
From the dusty face of the Earth
And the light scribed with a rainbow
On the canvas of the sky
His sign for us
Caressing beam
Like a falling autumn leaf
Slipped in my hand
And humbly whispered
A bizarre dream, the echo of many dreams
Cast on us by Nekton
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Dream 2: Beyond The Edge Of Time
(R.Korelsky)
The time's eyes are wearily winking
The old clock’s chattering teeth
A web has sealed the corners
In the room of my boredom and grief
One action changes another
I watch them through the veil
Of window dust that shows me
The world where mirrors fade
The books have stopped the motion
I know them all by heart
The rusty strings are weeping
Their sadness breaks apart
A sunbeam’s dozing on the floor
Just could not reach the books
To sleep on withered pages
By desk that put down roots
The cyclop’s eye of the last lamp
Hides in the twilight – it’s fun
Has not the lamp got bored yet
By grief of hustling sun?
My boredom’s interrupted
By run of pesky thoughts
"Damn, I should've not been asking
Eternal life from gods!"
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Dream 3. Phoenix (Instrumental)
(M.Nikonov)
Introduction:
…He came to this world being born
From ashes and fire raging
Like the sheet of the paper snow-white
To start his way from the beginning
But in the end of the way sentenced
Will rise to the Purgatory Phoenix
To purify the consciousness from desecration
in the flames greedy
And gain the new flesh again…
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Dream 4: Fairytales of Stars
a) The Last Song of Sun
(S.Kozhin)
I am born from the ash of the dark
space
Billions of years dwells my burning empire
The flame of conciseness, the purity's face
I am your cruel God of Fire !
For how more will I drink the hope
For how long has I beamed with light
It’s time to take off the fire ropes
The years enfeebled their might
Under this juvenile light
The Earth gave birth to you
Under this deadly light
The death will stay forever
The emptiness of space
And quietness of silence
Will never interrupt children's dream
They wouldn’t awake, never ever...
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Dream 5: Love
(J.Vikman)
Sky looks down with eye so sleepy
No remembrance, no the word so deeply
I can't take the hope from my heart's burden
I can't hide so much, can't make this forgotten
And my cry resounds with sighs unearthly
There's no recognition, but the laugh flows freely
As the white sail of my will it guides me
It will ease the pain, I will drink its poison
Quiet rustle, darkness of night rumblings
Through the heather comes the shadow stumbling
It will break our souls in pieces in the morning
Bringing our dream-mills to the burning
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