1. The Fading Tale

The crowd is lamenting over
The tragic fates of victims
Despite the fact that about the Drama
On the stage of her ensnare soul
They are silent

Desolate scene under the old tree's neck
Waiting for justice from the stormy sky
On the dark faded pictures
Among shards, raspberries were scattered

Only little stream of blood
Was fouling porcelain mouth
A figure of the beloved in the glassy glance
The sweetness of her face
Was absorbing crowd's attention

In darkness the troubled eyes
Have aroused true emotions
The knife was still warm
The betrayed lover
Which was scalding hand
She has thrown it straight away...

Bitter wine on their wedding day
She'd been drinking it in loneliness
In the circle of whirling crowd
Holy silence instead of scream
She had become desirous of what
She shouldn't have ever dreamt

Playing a part of a beautiful bride
Was not her destiny
The old tree's neck within the sight
To put to death her insanity

Desolate scene under the old tree's neck
Waiting for justice from the stormy sky
On the dark faded pictures
Among shards, raspberries were scattered

перевод: "Исчезающая история" (Ganconer) »

2. Nymphaea

Confiding thoughts
My skin is too loose
It covers winged arms
Dancing beneath closed eyelids

Dancing beneath closed eyelids...

The sleeping ancient goddess
Chasing her dreams
With the open trembling arms
Dance beneath eyelids
With a delicate smile
On her mild face
With the wind flowing down
With the drops of silky rain

Flying over the ocean...

I've been afraid of the night
Solitude at the end of nightmare
Faces which brisk up
On the dark paintings
Over empty bed...

The sleeping ancient goddess
Chasing her dreams
With the open trembling arms
Dance beneath eyelids
With a delicate smile
On her mild face
With the wind flowing down
With the drops of silky rain

перевод: "Нимфея" (Ganconer) »

3. Carving The Way

Wings of a butterfly inside
My spirit revives, I feel
The horizon is widening the circle
My destiny is in the clouds

The Stone Pilgrim kneels
Carving his way
One grind of sand
Every night and every day
I believe the Eternity lasts
In unreal ocean
Which is pervading us
Mixing the colours of epochs

Hearing the whispers of silence
Over the roofs of this town
I want to restrain the time
Love is a dance of butterfly

The Stone Pilgrim kneels
Carving his way
One grind of sand
Every night and every day
I believe the Eternity lasts
In unreal ocean
Which is pervading us
Mixing the colours of epochs

I ask is the freedom a gift or is it
just a punishment for courage of humans
mind?
Do we find the divinity in Your silence, my God?

перевод: "Прочерчивая путь" (Ganconer) »

4. The Gates Of The Green

In my mind's eyes I see the path
To the gates of child's land
Fluffy moss under my feet
My hair talking with the wind
Drops of rain which have just fallen down
Like the pearls on cobweb's cover

I ask who we are
The candle lights
Waiting for unquiet wind
A crooked mirror of space
A handful of ash which wants to
Become the diamond

Although the Time is mocking at us so openly
He is laughing at us
Setting its face against us
We are not able
To rule over the current of his stream

In my mind's eyes I see the trees
Which are trying to touch the sky
With their whispering arms
Old tales are being told by the bird
Just opening the arms is enough
To be soared up by the wind

Although the Time is mocking at us so openly
He is laughing at us
Setting its face against us
We are not able
To rule over the current of his stream

The Nature answers
We are what we believe

перевод: "Врата молодости" (Ganconer) »

5. Backwards

I remember that warmth
Which I felt inside
Awaken to a new life
The temple of unborn child
Hollow sounds of world
Like an ancient tales
Were the prophecies
Of great Judgement Day
On that shiny day
The separation came
Like the prophecy
Of my coming End
Acute sharps of the rocks
Which wound my feet
The roots of fear
Have grown into my skin

Sometimes I stop to hide
Underneath the linen of his arms
After that, on sleepless night
I sing sweet lullaby
For my loneliness

I will come back there someday
And the rustle of the lost cities
Will relieve me with its prayer
Mother Earth will cover me

The Nature will destroy the body structures
As lightly as she had built them before
The Act of Destruction
Will redeem the miracle of birth
From the ashes to new creature
We will rise from dead

From the ashes to new creature
We will rise from dead
From the ashes to new creature
Although we won't be the same

перевод: "Обратно" (Ganconer) »

6. Careless Whisper

I feel so unsure,
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.
As the music dies...
Something in your eyes,
Calls to mind a silver screen,
And all its sad goodbyes.

I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.

Time can never mend,
The careless whisper of a good friend.
To the heart and mind
If your answer's kind...
There's no comfort in the truth,
Pain is all you find.

What am I without your love?

Tonite the music seems so loud,
I wish that we could lose this crowd.
Maybe it's better this way'
We've hurt each other with the things we want to say.
We could have been so good together,
We could have lived forever...
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay.

Now that you're gone...
Was what I did so wrong?
So wrong that you had to leave me alone?

перевод: "Легкомысленный шепот" (Ganconer) »

7. Orchard

Life is like unfinished film
Like actors we change our faces
Playing our parts is not so easy
Under such circumstances

I can't say I know myself
But I know that I have
Pictures of my faces
Deep in my mind, changing in time!

Do we know ourselves?
All that obscure things we hide
Are so different from
What we would like to display

We think we are so different
But we aren't, we are the same!

Pictures of me, which I see
In my mind's eyes
My own performance, like unfinished film
About real me

Just open your eyes and you will quickly see
That we worship the youth; old age is what we fear...

If our body was a shadow of infirm souls
The beauty would die...

перевод: "Фруктовый сад" (Ganconer) »

8. Great Words On The Altars

Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived
The words are only left
Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words
Are music inside
Today I really don't know who I really am
I thought that the sedition was my vocation
I've started to search for relief
For safety of indifference

Today I really don't know who I really am
I hide in twilight of the grey cities
Drunk with my bitterness
With the remains of my strength
I'm trying to detain those dying great words
I thought that the echoes of these words
Which are the music of mind
Were sounded inside
The beast has opened its eyes
Great words for those called for dreams!

An animal doesn't think about eternity
While struggling for existence

From the ashes of those who fed people on great words
We build the altars

Of those who fed people on great words
Only these words survived
Of those who fed people on great words
Only small people are left

From the ashes of those who fed people on great words
We build the altars
I thought I was from those who fed people on great words
Nevertheless we are their nourishment!

перевод: "Великие слова на алтарях" (Ganconer) »

9. Sombre Wine

When he kisses without doubt
He dances at the edge of desire
He is silent when his warm mouth
Are subjugating her conscience

Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back
But he's already gone
Like a beast of prey
Like a master of chase
It's the nature of rapacity
Frolic with her sensuality

I still believe in people who think
Love is something more than desire
Although it flavours our life
With a taste of sombre wine

When she walks the air becomes so heavy
Underneath the naivety there's her silent slyness
To fall a victim to you is only a delight
Often the Beast is the Beauty
The wolf can be eaten by the lamb

Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back
But she's already gone
Like a beast of prey
Like a mistress of chase
It's the nature of rapacity
Frolic with our sensuality

There's no divinity
Which can't be sold
Please don't talk about love
Until I believe in it

But I still believe
Although I see rivers of lies
Which have taken possession of us
So please don't tell me
That true love is what she's searching for
Because it can't be found
Through the perdition in following arms

перевод: "Горькое вино" (Ganconer) »