1. Progenitors

You have built and will build again
Temples and churches that are all the same.
Domes and spires are turned to heaven –
The Houses of Lord, the houses of prayer.
The prototypes of this architecture,
You never surmised what is it like –
Star-ships arrived from distant planets,
Your forefathers had brought the life
Here.
You have painted the images of saints,
Nimbi shine over their pious heads.
Holy martyrs and mediators,
You should not pray but do respect them.
Look at the icons – whose portraits are there?
What are these halos around their heads?
They were astronauts in space-suit helmets
Your progenitors were those who landed
Here.
They've created you
On their image and likeness,
They've given you life
To keep on genes
Of human race
Unto ages of ages
Continuing chain
Of DNA.
Ungrateful sons of glorious fathers
You've made religion in place of science.
Instead of searching, reaching new horizons
You droop your heads and humbly prey in silence.
Rise your heads and take your look to the sky,
Countless stars are drawing curious eye.
Spread your wings wide you never tried
Before you have known the reason to fly.
Unexplored worlds are waiting for you,
Still unborn your children you have to do.
Not the new gods for your posterity,
But progenitors you should become to the
Next.
You should create the new ones
On your image and likeness,
You should give them life
To keep on genes
Of human race
Unto ages of ages
Continuing chain
Of DNA.

2. Break The Spell

I said don't make me vote
I'd better cut my throat
There is no sense to lose my time in vain.
Those TV talking heads
Their speeches made of blades
They are sold out, I don't like second hand
I'd like to live my life
To have my only strife
There is no hell but policy we're in
Neurosis everywhere
But I don't really care
Unjustice rules but who hates it he wins
Invasion in mind
Free-thinking is left behind
Non-conformity
Only keeps us alive.
I broke my TV set
It makes me sociopath
My radio is on the way to hell
My internet is dead
And now I shake my head
Non-conformity only breaks the spell
Invasion in mind
Free-thinking is left behind
Non-conformity
Only keeps us alive.

3. Graceful Murder

You're full of life hidden from men's eyes
Concealing it under the mask of stormy waves
You'd prefer to be forgotten by all of us
And may be to become in water slave

But you are mighty – out of control
So much determined on the Earth by you
For you to lead your simple ocean life
And even if you can – just won't let you do

By you they're scared, you're indomitable
You kill so elegant and gracefully
But still adored by many,
Who understand your soul and your essence.

But all friends are at the bottom
With tender silence you protect their sleeps
While alive to you they were devoted
And you just after crushing them could understand it.

4. The Moment Of Creation

In what is our difference?
Diverse variation of written themes
We see everything differently
But hоре to flow in harmony
All feelings til1thе rest
And to unite truth with fiction

Diverse harmonies, polyphony
Scream, heart-breaking scream!

Eternal theme, desire
Self-searching and the moment of finding
Hardly remain disillusions
Even if save everything...

"Add handful of pain and tears of desperation,
A pound of hope, pinch of blind faith and self-immolation,
Some drops of love, some drops of joy, a bit of obsession..."
Do you feel the moment of creation?

We don't make any confession,
Just believe that we think right
At the moment of spiritual creation,
Which, may be, remain in memory of years

Diverse harmonies, polyphony
Scream, heart-breaking scream!

Eternal theme, desire
Self-searching and the moment of finding
Hardly remain disillusions
Even if save everything...

"Add handful of pain and tears of desperation,
A pound of hope, pinch of blind faith and self-immolation,
Some drops of love, some drops of joy, a bit of obsession..."
Do you feel the moment of creation?

5. The Answer

Yet why should I mingle in Fashion's full herd?
Why crouch to her leaders, or cringe to her rules?
Why bend to the proud, or applaud the absurd?
Why search for delight in the friendship of fools?

I have tasted the sweets and the bitters of 1оvе;
In friendship I early was taught to believe
My passion the matrons' prudence reprove;
I have found that a friend mау profess, yet deceive.

То me what is wealth? –it may pass in аn hour,
If tyrants prevail, or if Fortune should frown:
То men what is title? –the phantom of power;
То me what is fashion? –I seek but renown.

Deceit is а stranger as yet to my soul:
I still аm unpracticed to varnish the truth:
Then why should 1 live in а hateful control?
Why waste upon folly the days of my youth?

6. Ordinary Scene

Sand coasts. At nighttime sea
Sends ferocious scream into the skies.
It licks the starsland with giant waves,
With anger roars calling to the gods.

Stars look down with indifference
At this ordinary scene.
They just know, whim of Power
Costs nothing for Eternity

But the firmament unruffled stays
No matter has the rage of sea,
The whim of Power is the game
For that, whose name Eternity

Stars look down with indifference
At this ordinary scene.
They just know, whim of Power
Costs nothing for Eternity

7. Non-Existent World

That, which is argued for centuries,
There, where answer is found,
All is the world, where a human doomed to death
Can't find himself
The whole universe being
Is the universe dust kept in centuries.
We don't notice how
We doom everything to ashes.

Fool's tread has no borders
He erases them
He calls himself falsely
And boasts of the rightless right
What will we leave on the Earth?
– Trace of burning darkness,
Bones, keeping the secret,
Moment, when we've doomed ourselves

And where no arguing will be
Where no answer will be found
There is a world, we didn't save
The non-existent world.

8. Reborn

Having sown good generous seeds
Into the warm wet soil
How do you know you'll get the yield
Still not spoiled?
Without tender care and love
Nursing little sprout
Without taking weed away
Nothing came out!

I'll help you through the hurricane
Hush, my little child
Vermin is exterminated
Let the sun shine bright
You will grow up, day by day
Became healthy and strong
So when it's time for me to go away
I'm still reborn...

The first thing is to plant a tree
The second is a house to build
The most important is number three
This is your son you have to bring up

Built of solid stones
My house must be firm
A comfortable home
With happiness living in
My children will take this place
My children's childen too
So when it's time for me to go away
I'm still renew...

The first thing is to plant a tree
The second is a house to build
The most important is number three
This is your son you have to bring up