Lyrics Касаткин А. - День чистого чума

PURE PLAGUE DAY

Like friday
The one that is hiding
Beyond Thursday
Before the coven
Unnoticed at the door
Slip in the evening
Rip off a broom
Behind the hut
       Peppermint and wormwood
       Yes the shoot of tryn grass
       Whats the night of the big moon
       Bloomed
       Gather in a bunch
       I will tie with a twine
       Dip in the brook
       That's the broom
That little panicle
I'll swipe the shelves
Disheveled carpet
From all sides
Trash on the floor
Tenet in the corner
I’ll collect in a bunch
Throw out
      That's pure plague
      It's time to clean the mind
      Om mani padme hum
      Mumbling
      Yes under the stars
      Late night
      Well water
      I will turn around
I want to eat
Fly agaric
Two mushrooms
Or three
I'll sit on the doorstep
Face east
Wait on time
And dawn
       Like a water jet
       Will wash away dust and dirt
       So are Yarilas
       The mind will sweep
       Feels colder
       Thoughts are slower
       Last Duma
       Fade away and here

What will remain
If from the matrix
Suddenly let me succeed
Brazen escape
It is known to many
Saints and wretched
What is the threshold
Words and deeds
       The guard stood in place
       I stopped thinking
       And became transparent
       From all sides
       In the halls of God
       Enter is easy, but
       Uninvited guests
       Get out.
Take out the threshold
Secret path
On the bridge over the river
Turn on the mind
In the heart of the light
Slap on the back
Come back mole
To pure plague
       So in eternity
       In sweet carelessness
       Destined to meet
       Us with you
       Strange ways
       Between the traps
       I need to carry
       Holy fire