Can you hear my voice? I shall speak of your choice,Of the bonds you've been given, of unreachable heaven,Of the freedom you've lost to become nameless ghost,Of the life you do live, helping prison to thrive.Can you hear me now? You are one in a row,Perfect soldier in all but to find own goal,But to follow your mind which is gone with a wind,And to find own path, being "I" and not "Us",Being one in a crowd, stepping your own roadAnd ignoring comment, that thus safety does end.One, who wants to break free, one, who wants to be man,Needs willpower to see - he's a slave now and then,Moving predefined ways, speaking his usual "nays",Watching all-common faces, racing other ones’ races.Never will slavery end, never will prison breakTill you find inner land - and the willpower you seek.Will you hear me now, being one in a row?It's your mind who'll break free - and one day that you'll see.
Огненный Меч
I have been given flaming bladeTo pierce night and fight with shade,And it is glowing with that fireThe source of which is my desire.It has seen war, it knows of peace,It chopped heads, it burned grease,And it executed swift death,For some it's curse, for others bless.It has severed diseased limbs,It has exposed others’ sins,It was a torch for ones in dark,Cut out exit to those stuck.It settled disputes in the world,It used to touch the right heart's chord,Its clang alone can make heart brave,And it is lost for those who rave.It is engulfed in the flameAnd thus can make its wielder lame,It brings uncommon sort of fameWhich clears heart and grants no shame.Yes, I can feel its heat in hands ...This blade has traveled many landsAnd many battles it has seen,Those armed with it destined to win.It's a reflection of a Word,Which always touches rightist chordAnd purifies its victim's heart ...Eternal justice, friend and guard.
Он внутри
He is inside, and he is within,He is enslaved and cannot be seen,He is alive, and yet he is dead,He is a joy, but now he is sad.You've searched beyond for millennia years,You've praised his name in your salty blood tears -And thus he became the punishment tool,And you have become a ritual fool.But still you all hope to see him one dayAnd listen to what this one has to say…He might and he would, he did and he does,Wrong place you search still where he never goes.But turn off your mind and let silence reign,And listen to what your heart would be saying …And then lost yourself - what did not exist,Your mind would be pure, your sight wouldn't twist.You'll hear the voice, silenced for so long,True part of yourself with such a strange tongue.For he is within, but rare to find...You'll know this one day -Your God is inside.
