Lyrics А Фо Мин - Песня про Дзен

Accustomed to dying without getting old
Tie a knot for memory
Darling if we lived in Korea
The world would not be so cruel

The red sun will set the back
Heel forward soon
And you would have given birth to my son
After all, we would not be afraid of children

But here are bespontovye butterflies
Complete their life cycle
Everyone has their own sawmill.
Your knife and your motorcycle

Yesterday I had a man visiting
He does not like postmodernism
Red, black, left, right
Fascism, Anarchism, Communism

Zen will no longer be
Never

Last memory of delicate skin
And everything else does not count
And here we are going to Cambodia
We are gods, our father is Pol Pot

We will live in crystal palaces
Giving each other their blood
And rednecks in rice fields
Glorify our love

But what to do in the concrete city
Where even the station is missing
Dream, dream, dream well
Until you open your eyes

And then in a dusty hut
The thread does not fit into the needle
And I am saving my last strength
To believe, dream and love

Zen will no longer be
Never

Slaves deserving the will
Beast Cage Beasts
Open your eyes - we are in Gulyai-Pole
Evening raspberry ringing

We learned to ride
Fight and shoot
Let tomorrow a bullet or bayonet
It's not a sin to walk before death

But no white, no red, no black
Window to the alley, dim light
Around one full muzzle
And you are not with me

Stupid sentries replace
Each other - frost and heat
And there remains a whirlwind of foolish hopes
That each of us will be glad

Zen will no longer be
Never

A lone bird is silent in a cage
A tired convoy is laughing
But you cannot but agree
That we had a good day off

Let it be in a drug dream
Let it be yesterday
Someday it will all be
Will, will be - we will go beyond

And there will be no more Zen
Never