CANYON

I am walking
Turing back from now and then
I hear you taking
But it’s just the wind
The wind again.

I was starving
So I stretched forth my hand
And grasped the forbidden fruit
And I tasted the end.

Just one bite
And there’s no Heaven,
No Hell
I don’t feel well
I need a place to rest
And all the rest
Is Faith

CARSICK

Oh my lungs
Are filled with
Disillusion
I used to
Breathe in
Eternity...

Oh I've hung
All of my emotions
On the wall

Oh I'm a stranger
To myself
I'm used to being
Strange
On the verge of
Insanity...

Oh I've hung
All of my emotions
On the wall

And I have been
Carsick
All my life
...
And I have been
Carsick
All
My
Life...

CAUGHT (IN THE WEB OF FEAR)

If my tears became oceans
I could find myself at the bottom
Of anxiety, sadness, sorrow, useless pain
And rest there.

La la la la…

I’d be at peace, lost at sea,
But the thing is this
I’m still here,
Caught in the web of Fear.

La la la la…

Oh no,
I say
No!

And if your gun turned into the Sun
And bullets became beams,
This hole in my chest
Would be just a button in my shirt.

La la la la…

Oh no,
I say
No!

THE CLAIM

I've been living in a cage
With cold stars shining
As bars

I've been looking at my Life
From a distance
Not a friend,
A mere acquaintance

Oh...

Are you blind?
Are you deaf?
Don't you know
All property is theft?
So, believe me,
You are lying
When you claim
Death is mine

Oh...

Can I have a light? Sorry? ...
Robot's Speech on Happiness Now, the question is:
Do we deserve to be happy?
Are we really sure we deserve to be happy?
But then again, what's Happiness?...

CLAP YOUR HANDS

At this moment all around the world
Voices are crying, whispering, rising, dying.
My ears prick up but all I hear is my fear.

Bombs are falling on worn out towns
Day by day the same old sound.
Children playing in some lonesome park
While the sky’s still growing dark.

I’m not hopeless, I’m just helpless
As they say things go well, more or less.
They’ve cleared their conscience with Jesus Christ
And have nothing else to justify.
But I’m afraid of a fairy dying
So, clap your hands
Clap your hands with me
Don’t let the fairies die.

But that’s how people
React to the increase
In violence, hunger, distress and pain:
They buy a gun, on Sunday go to church
To draw up a list of their favourite saints.

Russia was the Novel Country
But the time of writing has come to an end
And the last word now belongs to radioactive waste.

I’m not hopeless, I’m just helpless
As they say things go well, more or less.
IN holy water they've washed their hands
And don't care anymore for our promised land.
But I’m afraid of a fairy dying
So, clap your hands
Clap your hands with me
Don’t let the fairies die.

At this moment all around the world
Voices are crying, whispering, rising, dying.
My ears prick up but all I hear is fear.

COLD DAY IN DECEMBER

Cold day in December
I'm knee-deep in snow
I can't remember
How the wind blows

COLD & GREY

It’s cold & grey
And I feel old & grey
I’d like to wake up
But I’m not even good at making a cup
Of coffee.
I just open the window pane
And feel Pain beating on my neck like Rain
Flowing like blood through my veins.

And I know that all the good things
In my Life...
And I know that all the good steps
I’ve taken in my Life...

And I know that all the good things I’ve made in my Life
Were made of you, with you, for you, by you.
And I know that all the good things I’ve made in my Life
Were made of you, with you, for you, by you.
And I know that all the good steps I’ve taken in my Life
Were towards you.

Oh no, I know.

COMING BACK

Winter was not winter
Without the smell of our dining room
And the ring of the dinner bell
And the shadow of the Cold
Stuck on the window pane.
And I felt sad and disappointed
Buth that period of my life
Was over, gone.

The old woman was looking at me
When somebody called my name.
I said I'll be back in a few minutes
Then I turned my back on her
Realizing that I still had a name
And there was a curse on that name I had forgotten.

When I entered I saw his face,
His eyes were like the eyes of a ghost.
He seemed to be quite old
But he was just going bald.
Then he stood up and went away
Leaving me alone with a letter in my left hand.
It was the first letter I received
Since I was in that town.

Past was knocking on my door again
And I could hear the dinner bell
I could see many faces
I had left behind
I could see the light of memories.
I sat down and began to read.

Freddie said:
“Grandma is dead,
Please, come back for Xmas.
It’s so sad to be alone
On the happiest day in the year”.

THE CORONATION

Election days
Can be so grey
Hope can turn
Into despair
Reformers become
Former candidates,
Victims, scapegoats.

Tell people “You are free,
You’re not my Enemy
And I’m not yours,
This Land is our Country”…
And you’ll be killed.

COUGHING SONG

All the pain stuck in my soul
Has dug a hole
And I’m falling into this hole.

I have come down with a bad cold
As you can hear
My Fear has no voice
And I feel so old.

And I’m singing in the rain
Walking hand in hand with my chains
But as long as my feet carry me
I will be free.

All the memories stuck in my head
Are just making me sad.
I feel so bad.

I have come down with a bad cold
As you can hear
My Fear has no voice
And I feel so old.

And I’m singing in the rain
Walking hand in hand with my chains
But as long as my feet carry me
I will be free.

CRADLESONG FOR THE TRAVELER

I'll take the Darkness
And weave a white blanket out of it.
Then I'll blind the Blindness
For you to finally see me.
And I will go far
Just to get closer to your heart
I will tame the sharks
Teach the dogs to sing not to bark.

And hey I say: hey,
Isn't it Christmas today?
Hey, anyway
I'll wish you Merry Christmas today.

THE CRYING KINGDOM

Вы плачете. Гляжу сквозь ваши слёзы,
В метель, где вьются чудны грёзы,
В дворец волшебных ваших глаз,
Где спит душа, блестит алмаз.

What’s lost is lost,
Ghosts are ghosts.
Hosts are hosts,
Guests are guests.

Don’t cry, please, don’t cry!
I whisper to the wind.
And your memories
Like snowflakes falling upon
The fields of Life:
The answer to my doubts,
Certainty against my cheek.

What’s lost is lost,
Ghosts are ghosts.
Hosts are hosts,
Guests are guests.