Текст песни Ариэль - Анафема

ANATHEMA

Lie you in chile
Like in a mass grave
Neruda killed ...
Armed soldiers
Fit with artificial wreaths.
The soldiers left your gate
Your arrest is over
your won round
The poet is dying
Freedom died
Freedom died
The poet is dying
Lie on your back twined flowers
As Lorca lay young and murdered
Matilda is beautiful and straightforward
Poody tears to the body bent
Tyrants do not understand poets
When they understand then they kill
Olive Pablo with Lilac Eyes
The only singer among the titled
You called to the decks, for birthdays
Joint feasts, but separate deaths ...
Did you call me to read the stadiums?
Prisoners scream at all stadiums!
The poet was killed, the great captive ...
You are the brothers of Neruda, clanging shutters,
Put black ribbons on the lapels
Like the once red partisan
A moment of silence?
A minute of anathema!
Anathema minute
Anathema minute
Anathema minute
Replaces obituaries and epitaphs!

Anathema
you have a soldier’s mafia
Anathema
Little saved in foreign Ilyushin
Anathema
To my democratic illusions
To killers poets according to the list, alphabetically -
Anathema, anathema, anathema
Let me go to the grave of Neruda
I’ll bring and encourage a handful of Russian land
Goodbye swallowing longing and shame
With the last poet of murdered freedom
Let me go to the grave of Neruda
I’ll bring and encourage a handful of Russian land
Goodbye swallowing longing and shame
With the last poet of the murdered freedom ...