Предчувствие гражданской войны [Predchuvstviye grazhdanskoi voiny] [English translation]

When you’re standing nearby the wall of starvation

When nooses are shining instead of the sun

When you see the night in the eyes of your own

When your arm’s prepared for carrying ill

When all birds are suiciding early in spring

When storms in your soul blow whirling above

When all lies are croaking the ballad of treason

When you hear the brakes–they squeak about love

And those you believed in have gone far away

And you can’t see their movements no more

And at damp clammy dawn a disparaged pawn

Cuts deep carving the body of yours

Foreboding of

The near civil war

When clouds hang so low, below the knees

When there’s lumps of tongue stuck in the teeth

When people’s pure ethnicity is voting for blood

When your desolation is burning you well

When “faith” is a word that resembles a knife

When books are liquated making a bell

When felo de se is the very fair choice

When tremors stand for the right rhythm of life

And a glorified icon tells you in temple

That you aren’t the church, it nearly screams

What do you sing when instead of death

You end up with lascivious dreams?

Foreboding of

The real civil things

And when the black wind is ripping the sails

When the light of lamps is spitting pain in your face

Bloodless revolution is a bucket of lies

Do you hear the heartbleat of all those lice?

When the nature blows up and the simmering steel

Burns up the blue skies that are going down

And when the dystopia on a rust-coloured horse

Burns down the graves of those tired of the feast

And when the word “music” is meaning…

And when the word “music” is meaning…

Foreboding of!

• Artist:DDT